The Don

Christmas Eve✠

The Don

Alice

"This was the rabbit hole
The constant tumbling and running against the wind
Descending deeper into the madness
Surrounded by unfamiliar scenes
One I didn't want to wake up from."

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Bruises. More and more of them kept showing up; Dark purples and blues, almost black looking groomed over my skin. A new one nearing the top of my forearm had formed during my sleep; A deep purple playing into a yellow, covering the small area.
Everyday I woke up to find either more or that one has grown bigger or darker and to say I was worried was an understatement. I just couldn't tell anyone, I didn't want to ruin tomorrow, Christmas. They couldn't care less about me anyway, but if it turned out something bad was happening to me, it would all get worse. I wouldn't be able to handle it.

A yawn escapes my mouth, letting out a small sound and my eyes stung from tiredness. I looked over at my phone, turning it on to see the time, letting my eyes focus on the numbers, 12:37pm. 14 hours and I was still exhausted; At this point I could not tell whether it was my soul or my body that was tired, maybe even both. I pull the covers from over my body and slump out of bed groggily. The room around me spun slightly, my feet tripping over themselves. After a few seconds, I manage to find myself some balance and black spots fumble in and out of my vision. My stomach rumbled but I had no appetite to eat, nether less I made my way down the staircase, stumbling and staggering my way to the kitchen.

I got to the open doorway, drooping onto the wall, watching my mother and father sat at the table at the end of the room by a large window. A newspaper in my father's hands as he solemnly read the thing through his glasses perched on his nose with a stern look attached to his face. My mother had her coffee mug in both of her hands, gracefully holding it while staring out of the window into the garden, watching the baby robin hop about the snow, digging through it for prey. The calm atmosphere had immediately shifted, tension running high as my messy frame entered.

The man didn't even spare me a glance whereas the lady only stared, silently judging my state. Her eyes trailed my figure, nose turning up ever so slightly in disgust. I tried to ignore the burning glare being imprinted into my back, if looks could kill.
My hands shook, fingers trembling as I reached for a mug from the shelf, stretching onto my tippy toes. I huffed out a ragged breath and managed to grab hold of a plain blue one, bringing it down onto the marble counter top; Blacks and whites merged together in unbeknownst patterns.

The kettle still had steam blowing out of the hole at the top of the jug, so I didn't bother refilling it. Holding a teaspoon, I unscrewed the lid of the coffee jar, emptying two spoonfuls of it into the bottom of the cup. Letting it rain down into the cylinder. Rescrewing the lid back on, my fingers got hold of the cocoa, and tipped half a spoon of the rich brown powder atop of the granuals. I replaced both of the ingredients back to their original spots and whipped open the fridge door, using more strength than normal. My eyes settled on the milk bottle and lifted it, my arm shaking even more than before. 

The red cap was removed and I poured the opaque white liquid 1/3 of the way up the mug before placing it back onto the worktop, sighing in exhaustion. Every little move was making my body weaker, shaking uncontrollably. Using whatever sort of might I had, I picked the jug back up, sticking it back in the fridge door. By the handle of the kettle, I tipped it at an angle, water drooling out of the hole and into the mug, steam arising above the translucent liquid. The kettle made a thud as it was placed back down, clashing with the bottom piece. 

With my silver teaspoon, I stirred the mixture together, combining the solids and liquids into one brown component. A somewhat bitter coffee smell invaded the air, putting me at ease from the constant anxiety of the staring. I knew she was still looking, still daggering her piercingly-deadly ice-blue orbs into my actions. I decided to leave the drink without sugar and just leave; My quivering fingers clasped around the cup's handle, lifting it shakingly from the marble and exited the open door-frame and quietly up the stairs, eyes glued to the cup to make sure not one singular drop infused into the carpet.

But my eyes felt droopy and they were trying to close as nausea swept over me. Black dots fluttered in my vision, my head pounding like lots of little hammers were chipping away at it. My body ran with chills, heat washing through my wary state, making the sickness even worse. A smash was distant, everything felt so far away. Footsteps gathered near me, but it felt like they were only getting further and further out of earshot. My stomach twirled without grace, making me gag from nothing. I wobbled back wards, feeling myself hit the floor in slow motion. My head was cool, like a soothing brain freeze but my body was lighting up in flames and I could only gasp for some sort of air. Everything went dark and I couldn't move my limbs, they were sprawled out I'm guessing at the bottom of the staircase; Oh how they were going to kill me.

Faint voices danced in my ears, but it was hard to make out what they were saying as I was very close to what seemed like death. "The bitch ruined my carpet!!" A strained scream rang in my ears, it sounded like a cat being strangled; Ha I like cats. I felt whoozy as the conversation carried on, two young voices trying to calm the haggard woman. "Mom, we can replace the carpet, but she looks really ill." Ah that was Dylan, my sweet brother Dylan. He was what everyone saw as a 'frat boy', but he was a kind person with a heart of gold, just had a bad family. "She probably just hasn't eaten, I mean no wonder she hasn't, look at her size! She looks like an elephant!" Pixie. Like mother like daughter they are. I could just feel her small sly eyes shooting whatever knife she could get a hold of at me. A scoff hailed through the air and my eyes shot closed, trying to escape from the world. The last moment I could feel was arms going under my knees and around my back, hurling me up and then I was out like a light. My body having some sort of rest it so desperately craved.

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Hi, Thankyou so much for reading! This is the first part and I hope it exceeds your expectations of my story. 

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