Even with all my blankets kicked off I felt hot. I was trapped in one of those nightmares where you can't wake up no matter what you do. My skin itched even more badly then it had earlier. Flipping over onto my stomach I felt the muscles in my body suddenly tighten. I didn't move half scared that any type of movement could snap one of my muscles or tendons. A blinding light suddenly flashed in front of my eyes. Wincing I blinked trying desperately to recover my vision. Colors blended together in front of my eyes like a giant artist's canvas. I grabbed the air desperate for anything that might get me out of this nightmare. Sweat laced my brow slowly moving down my back. My sheets were damp from all the moisture coming off my skin. Moaning in pain I opened my eyes and looked around. My room was still blurry but I could make out the larger shapes like my dresser and the mirror. A beeping made me cry out loud. Turning towards the cannon sounding noise I felt my hand lash out with a will beyond my own. My fist landed on the alarm clock silencing the noise. Plastic dug into my soft flesh bringing me back into reality. Blinking I saw everything go back into focus. But that wasn't the weird thing. Even in complete darkness I could make out every single item around the room. I could even read the how to wash label on my T-shirt half hidden under my desk. I felt something sticky and warm drop down onto my bare legs. Turning I saw my hand heavily dripping blood. A sharp triangle of plastic buried about in inch deep into my hand. I just stared at the blood as it ran down my leg onto the sheets staining them a dark crimson. "Kayla time to get up." My mothers' voice was calmer then it had been last night but I could still hear a tone of anger. Bringing the blankets over my shoulders I listened to the sound of the door being opened.
"I'll be up in a second" I muttered waving my good hand in the air. As soon as the door shut I threw the blankets off and ran for the light-switch. Staring at the open wound I felt my stomach churn. Grabbing the plastic I gave it a small tug. The small splinters sticking out the side tore into the flesh inside my hand. Wincing I gave it another tug. Three pulls and about half a cup of blood later I ended up in the bathroom wrapping my hand in gauze. The wound wasn't as bad as I thought. Only about a quarter of an inch deep but the small splinters made every tug hurt like hell. Walking back to the bedroom I quickly changed into a pair of casual clothes and a lightweight jacket. Ripping a small hole in the cuff I slipped my thumb through succeeding in hiding the medical tape. My stomach felt prickly as I slowly walked down stairs. My mother was already dressed and silently sipping coffee. "Ready to go?" I sighed praying that nothing I said was going to set her off again. My mom nodded and dropped her cup into the sink.
"I still can't believe you did this Kayla. I know teenagers are supposed to act out but why didn't you at least ask me?"
"Because I know you would say no," my mother turned back to me; "hey I'm kidding" I defended taking a step backwards. My mother let out a sigh but continued to walk down the stairs. Following her down to the car I looked briefly down at my hand making sure the wound was still hidden. Its fine I assured myself it's not that deep so I wont need stitches. Climbing into the front seat of the car I looked out the window praying to every god I have ever heard of that everything would return back to normal.