Feeling: Inspired

Eating: My olders sister is making me: scrambled eggs, chicken noodle soup, and…-thinks- eggo's (yummy right; and that's for dinner)

Drinking: H2O

Listening: Buffy Buffcast Season 7-1 of 2 (it's a podcast)

Watching: Computer screen…that leads to you

Date (right now): Friday, July 06, 2007

Time Started: 6:31 P.M., 6:38 P.M., 9:44 P.M.

Time Ended: 6:35 P.M., 6:55 P.M., 10:15 P.M.

Wearing: really soft sweatpants that are cut up to my thighs (I know, I know really cut, but it's a hand-me down from my middle sister, who like her pants cut a little bit…-looks down at pants- I think she over exaggerated on the cutting thing…-looks down again- REALLY exaggerated.

Chapter 5: Morning Breakfast

The sun rose and lit the whole house with its ray of bright light. Each of the corridors having light shine into it, giving it a feeling like a church where the suns seeps into the stain glass windows and showering the floor with its light. The light comes into Crystal's room and onto the sleeping body at the door. Crystal woke up from being disturbed by the intense sun coming right up to her face. Crystal raised her arms and put her hands right on top of her eyes so she could see a little bit better. Once her eyes where comfortable with the brightness she got up and walked over to her drapes that reached to the floor and closed it so the light would withdraw coming into her room. Crystal wished she could just leave and be trapped in her room and just stay there and forget this place and just stay away from this world and live in her own little world, but she couldn't risk the attention she would get if she did do that, so she would do what she normally did act as if the rape never happened, but for her she knew she wouldn't be able to hold it to herself for a long time, but she would try and not let anyone get to suspicious.

As Crystal was thinking of how to act "normal" for today, she was snapped back into reality once she heard a nock on her wooden door.

"Crystal, honey breakfast is on the table. Can you please come and join us," Crystal's mother said. Crystal hesitated before she began speaking.

"Yeah I'll be down there in a minute or two. You guys can go on and start without me," there was a moment or two of silence. Crystal was waiting for her mother's response.

"Sure sweetheart. Try not to be too late alright?"

"Yeah I'll be down there as soon as possible," Crystal could hear her mother's heel clicking in the halls and soon faded, leaving Crystal to herself again. Crystal walked to her bathroom to re-freshen herself and trying her best to look fine. Crystal took a shower and put on some clothes, she left her room wearing a long dark blue sleeve blouse, not wanting her family see some of her bruises that were on her arm, with her favorite blue denims. As she entered her kitchen she could smell the bacon, the sweet smell of her mother's perfume in the atmosphere. Crystal could hear the sizzling coming from the pan that had the sausages. Her father saw her coming in and gave Crystal a warm welcoming smile to her.

"Ah, sweetie how was your sleep," her mother came over to her husband and also looked at their daughter, who seemed somewhat different. They couldn't put it, but they knew something was off on their daughter.

"Honey, what's wrong," Crystal's mother asked with deep concern of her daughter. Crystal looked at her mom and shook her head.

"No. I'm okay. Just a little bit hungry…that's all," Crystal said for mainly two reasons: one, so because she was really hungry. Two, so this subject would drop, "What's for breakfast," Crystal put her hands in her pocket trying her best to look clam.

Her parents looked back at the meal that they were making and looked back at their daughter, "well, let's see…we have: bacon, sausages, pancakes, scrambled eggs, and handmade buttery syrup. Made by yours truly," Crystal's father looked over at Christopher and pointed at him with his spatula he was holding onto, "Christopher," Christopher turned his body and faced Crystal and bowed.

"Thank you. Thank you. I couldn't do it without the help of mother and father here," Christopher a few more bows and enjoying this at the same time, "the foods ready to be served papa," everyone gathered around the huge round table saying grace and then started eating with a few conversations going on at the busy table.

"So, Crystal what time did you get back," her mother asked Crystal, who was sitting right in front of her.

"Oh about one…sorry I came home late," Crystal looking at her food and began to play with it.

"Oh that's alright as long as you're fine," Crystal stared into space remembering, "what were you up to," all of her siblings were staring at Crystal as they waited for her answer as if their life depended on it.

"I went to the grocery store, then got a book from my store," Crystal looked her lap. Her hands were playing with each other and waited for a response from her parents.

"Hmm…I didn't see the grocery bags here," her father asked softly a little bit worried about her Crystal. Crystal looked at her father.

"I accidentally left them at the book store and I also got detained with choosing what kind of book I should read," Crystal said simply. She so wanted to leave the breakfast table and hid in her bedroom.

"Ah…what book did you choose," her father asked.

"Bram Stoker's Dracula."

"Haven't you've read that story at least a hundred times," Lavender asked, not liking at all of not being apart of this conversation.

"Yeah," Crystal said with a chuckle, "but I just love the book," Lavender smiled at Crystal and then went back to her meal and started eating again.

"So," Crystal's mother began, "are you excited on going to college in three days, Crystal?" Crystal looked over at her mother and smiled while she nodded.

"Defiantly, although, I'm also worried on going there too," Crystal bit her bottom lip, she did that whenever she was nervous.

"Why sweetheart," her father asked.

"Well," Crystal was trying to formulate an answer with the right words, "It's just…I already know that I'll be hated there."

"Why would you say that," her mother asked interested in what her daughter was saying.

"Well…you've noticed how some of the girls already hated my genius and prettiness at last year at school, right?"

"Well they were just jealous," her father said, "also, it's not like everyone from your old high school will come to the college you're going to, since it's a very advance college. Plus, they couldn't even know what the difference between a tomato to a potato was."

"Dad," Crystal scolded her father, "there not all dumb dad, some of them are actually smart."

"Well either way," finishing his last pieces of food on his plate, "your…" having trouble remembering how the kids said it, "oh darling how do teens say it," her father looked at her wife. Cynthia thought for a second on remembering, giving an "ah-ha" look to it.

"'Either was your dad cooks it…is how they say it Crystal?"

"Yeah…but nobody says that anymore…at least not that I know of." Crystal said.

"See…we're hip," her father said putting both of his hands in a ghetto position after he did this his wife did the same only putting her fingers in a "W" pose. All of the kids started laughing hysterically at their parents trying to look "cool." Crystal put her hands on her head and mumbled to herself.

"Oh my gosh," Crystal lifter her head and looked over at her parents who where now posing to look cool to amuse their younger children, "Alright," Crystal couldn't take the awkwardness in the room any longer, "I'm going to go upstairs and finish packing before I feel really uncomfortable here," her siblings were still laughing. Crystal walked upstairs into her room and closed the door gently behind her. Crystal sighed heavily, "gosh," she chuckled and remembered what happened moments ago, "hmmm…I love my family," Crystal walked over to her black suitcase, with a cheery smile on her face, that was already half packed from yesterday before she…Crystal stopped walking and all of a sudden remembered last night. She groaned at herself, 'can't I have one decent day without thinking of this!' Crystal hated that fact that she couldn't tell anyone about it and as much as she wanted to tell her parents she couldn't bare telling her parents about it. They would only be burdened and destroy her family apart…at least what she thought. "Hopefully I'll forget this," Crystal whispered to herself while packing her belongings into her suitcase.

Crystal could hear a voice in the back of head talking to her, 'And if not?'

'Well then…I'll live,' Crystal convinced the voice that was nagging in her head.

'Is that it? You're just going to forget this whole entire thing? Forgetting that you just lost virginity? Why not tell your parents? They at least deserve to know about what happened to you.'

'I…I can't, besides my parents just had their anniversary and I can't do that to them. Plus, I'm leaving here anyways in three days. I really can't tell them: 'oh hey mom and dad, how was your anniversary? Oh, and did I mention that I was rapped a few days ago?' Yeah right!!! Like they would let me go to college after that is said.'

'Well at least you feel somewhat lifted from this…till it comes back and haunts, but hey no pressure there right,' her conscious told her dryly

'Are you supposed to be helping me…'cause if so, you ain't helping me at all.'

'I'm just saying,' Crystal walked over to her mirror and stared at herself having a few bruises on her arm. Flashes came again into her mind "please stop…please," Crystal looked away from her wounds. Crystal sighed heavy and laid on her bed just staring at the ceiling…for a very, very long time.

Okay there you have it so far Please R&R..thanks!!