Hope, What a Fucking Bitch!

NOT MY DAY

ANNE'S P.O.V

The darkness and the freezing tiles on the floor felt all too familiar for the little child praying and hoping in the corner for a miracle. Her blanket, which gave a hint of warmth and guarded her against this wretched life she was forced to endure, was nowhere to be seen.

The door creaked as a person came in with a smile, though only she knew the truth behind it.

"it's time," The child thinks in dread.

"It's playing time, my dear-bear," The person speaks in a creepy fashion while coming closer to her.

"no-no p-p-please n-no" The child begs, sobbing and trying to move away but to no avail.

This scene only caused the intruder to chuckle wickedly as he kept coming closer and closer.

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''No-no-no, please stop"I cry and awaken drenched in sweat and tears.

Wiping my tears away, I wrap my arms around my body to fish for any little comfort I could possibly get.

"It was a nightmare", " Just a nightmare" I kept whispering and reassuring myself at the exact time.

A while later when I had finally settled down. I take a peek at the time, finding out that it's still quite early.

I get up feeling like all my energy is drained away. Right now, there is no way I could go back to sleep again.

I am on my way to take a relaxing shower when my eyes dart outside the window...I do have a swimming pool.

You know what?

Fuck it!

Let's go swim, I need to refresh my mind anyway.

Switching into shorts and a top that was around me because I am lazy to find where my bathing suit is.

The chilly morning air greets me as soon as I step outside.

Perfect weather for a swim!

I - no kidding - have always loved cold weather for some weird reason.

"maybe because you have a cold past," my inner voice jokes.

I dive, do the backstroke, and various other tricks for quite a while, and after that exercise just float in the pool.

It's so comfortable, I hope to never move and float like this forever.

"really? why don't you become a stone in your next life." my inner voice scoffs at me.

"I was wondering why I was feeling so at peace? and stones don't float darling"

"Oh shut up! you know I am the only person you can talk to-"

"You think of me as a friend, I am oh so grateful" I tease back.

"You little-

"Sometimes, I wonder if you are really my inner voice?"

"Again with this same question? I am just your reliable conscience, who talks to you because you're lonely as fuck, Don't have many friends due to your, Again, trus-

"Okay okay, I get it, Damn! didn't have to go so in-depth"

"Well and even if I am a little person, living in your head, talking to you, It does not appear that impossible because nothing ordinary happens to you anyway."

I pull myself out of the pool, complaining about being insulted by my own conscience.

After taking a quick shower, I prepare to go out for job hunting.