Hello again.
The fact that people are reading this story, let alone all 3 chapters so far amazes me. I was not expecting anyone to even pay attention to it, so thank you to the people who have taken the time to read it so far.
Editing wise, I tend to edit the chapter twice before I upload it, and then re-read and edit it more while writing the new chapters. Then when I upload the new chapter's I'll re upload the newer versions of the previous chapters. It's worked so far but please let me know if you spot something major that I should fix right away.
I'll be introducing more characters in the next few chapters, so please bear with me a little as I figure out the writing style that fits best for each individual. I promise that action and adventure will be coming soon.
Right, that's done so let's get to it.
Morning survival-Amber
Tuesday 10:50… ish
Sleep. For people like me, it's tough to even get some in the first place, let alone enough of it to be considered "well rested".
To make matters worse however, sleep has seemed to have become the only bit of solace I find most days. The single moment, when I can simply relax and indulge myself a little.
Some people call it an escape from reality; I prefer to call it a small recovery period from the constant worries and concerns that populate my every waking moment. After all, having to worry about where everyone of your next meal will come from, tends to take a toll on your nerves after a while.
That all being said, it should not come as a surprise to anyone, that I am NOT a morning person.
Nope, not even close to one. Not once in all my life, can I recall a moment when I have been one to be torn willingly away from the dark temptress.
However life, being the cruel, sadistic person that he is, always seem to be quite intent on making sure, that my relationship with sleep is a part time afire.
Today he comes in the form of noise. Loud, unavoidable, unshakeable, noise.
The bustle of the busy streets bellow me acting as a natural alarm, and reminding me that, yes I do have tasks to complete this day, ones that can't really be put off any longer.
A tired sigh escapes my lips, my mind is now awake though I have yet to open my eyes. A kind of last ditch effort to go back to sleep. A silent plea for my mind to let me rest just a few moments longer.
As is per usual though, this plea goes unnoticed. Instead A small wiry hand, decided that now is the best time, albeit gently, shake my shoulder. "Amber?"
My name is spoken with such softness and care, almost as if it would break at any moment.
I can feel a small smile start to form on my lips, though I work hard to keep my expression neutral and unmoved. There is only one person I know who talks like that and it would be a bad idea to let this little terror realize I've been awake for a little while.
"Amber, it's later in the morning"
The owner of that beautiful voice once again shakes my shoulder, this time a little harder, to ensure that I am awake.
I hear a small exasperated "sigh" being let out, followed closely by a few soft padded steps, as the individual moves to leave. They seem to pausing part ways out, "Breakfast is gonna be ready soon", they inform me, before fully leaving the room I have been sleeping in.
I listen for a few more seconds, ensuring that the intruder has indeed left, before I let the smile I had been trying to contain fill my face.
"Works every time" I whisper to myself smugly, as I rolled over to get a few more winks of sleep.
"I disagree", came the whispered response, mere inches from me.
Now I'm not a person you can easily scare, not normally anyways. In the early reaches of the morning however, when my mind has not really awoken, I tend to… over react a little.
Needless to say, it was two heart attacks, a screech worthy of a murder victim later, and a pair of ruined panties later, I found myself officially awake and up from "bed".
Slight over reaction? Maybe a little bit, but then, in my life, it's always better to overestimate than to under.
Sitting up I glare over at the cause of my most recent panic. My thoughts roughly translating into something along the lines of, "It's alright, she was just trying to help, breath in, breath out. You don't need to kill her. Breath in, breath out, calm, be calm."
"Hannah? How many times, Do I have to tell you, to STOP DOING THAT?" My tone started calm, but by the end it was a tired and ragged growl. A growl aimed at the adorable, yet Evil little trouble maker beside me.
"You know you love me" she replayed, giving me a smug wink. "Plus you ARE awake now".
I huffed tiredly a little at the truth behind her words, "While I can't deny your results, my heart and nerves would be a lot less frayed, if you did that less." I retorted. "And don't think your off the hook, I will be getting you back you know"
She smiled a little, before giving me a playful wink. "Wouldn't expect anything less sis" she replayed smugly, knowing she currently had the upper hand, before slowly standing back up, and leisurely strolled out the door.
I let out a long yawn as she made to leave.
"Coffee is on the table" she called out over her shoulder just before exiting.
My mouth actually snapped shut at the mention of the delicious beverage. My eyes widening at the thought, my mouth began to water slightly at the thought of a warm morning brew.
Ignoring my body's morning protests, the soreness of my limbs, the cracking joints, I clamber to my feet and steady myself for the trials ahead. "Just think about the reward for all of this" I keep telling myself over and over again.
A slow shuffle was all I could manage as I made my way out of our "bedroom", and into out makeshift kitchen. My mantra playing through my head again and again, my feet all but dragging against the floor with each step, my legs screaming protest with each step, I probably looked more like a zombie than a person.
The moment I see it though, I know it's all been worth it. My mind focuses in on one thing and one thing alone. The steaming, worn out, blue mug sitting in the center of the packing create we use as a table.
Pausing only for a moment, I continued to force my body to zombie shuffle over to it, driven now by nothing but pure will power and adrenalin from my earlier scare.
"Victory!" I proclaimed tiredly as my hand closed around the old mug, before all but collapsing onto a small cooler beside the "table". "Totally worth it" I mumble as I take a small sip of my precious beverage.