The Runt of the Litter

The Following Question Is Going To Be About Sex

Note: Hey babes im tired and overcaffeinated so just about the same as always 😉💜

Alright, so I wrote this immediately after posting the chapter I just posted this morning. I'm just sleep-deprived enough to make an impulsive decision to go ahead and just post it now. Just for you guys <3 It's got some comedy to it, so I'm hoping it'll satisfy your need for happier content.

Anna is seventeen.

The Following Question Is Going To Be About Sex

"How bad is it?" Anna asked, wincing like she was prepared for somebody to rip her heart out of her chest. "It's bad, isn't it?"

Sam frowned in utter confusion. "What are you talking about?"

Anna's defensive expression fell flat. She was not impressed. "Sam, my face is covered in acne, and I haven't washed my hair in a week. What aren't I talking about?"

Sam's shoulders dropped. He didn't look impressed either. "Anna," he scolded. "You look perfect."

"Don't lie to me," Anna said distastefully. She brushed her fingers self-consciously over her forehead. Her skin was oily and she could feel several pimples forming along her hairline. "I'm disgusting," she decided aloud. "You think Cas can fix acne?"

"There's nothing to fix. It's normal," Sam informed her patiently. "Sit and eat some breakfast before school."

"It's four," Anna said bitterly. "I got time." She pulled her phone out and set it on the table then walked over to the counter to retrieve a cup of coffee. She caught sight of her own reflection in the refrigerator as she passed it, and her despair was renewed. "I'm gonna kill myself," she groaned quietly.

She tended to get trapped in serious conversations when the boys heard her say things like that. She wasn't proud of herself for it, if she was being honest, but it was a habit she didn't want to spend energy breaking. And honestly, some days Anna did want to die.

But she had bags under her eyes, she was pale, her forehead was zit-central, and she just all-around looked like crap. She wanted to go back to bed. But even if she did, she wouldn't be able to sleep. Life sucked.

Anna poured herself a cup of coffee and, in doing so, also managed to dump coffee all over the counter. She didn't even curse at the spill. She just put the pot back into the machine and calmly laid down on the kitchen floor, forehead against tile.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked, and she could hear the barest hint of amusement in his voice.

"Waiting for death," Anna replied.

"Come on," Sam said, tilting his head to the side and looking at her in a combination of pity and amusement.

Anna turned her head so her cheek was against the cold floor, and she could see her brother's face. "It's not worth it," she said decidedly. "Even the coffee is betraying me. This day is fated to suck."

Sam finally laughed out loud at her. "Honey, get up," he requested. "I'll clean up the coffee."

Anna pressed her face into the floor again and closed her eyes. She would have to get up eventually, so she might as well just get it over with. She let out a long groan of displeasure and then finally planted her palms against the floor and shoved upward. She saw the warning in Sam's face not a second before her right elbow slammed into the counter behind her.

"Ow! Son of a bitch!" She doubled over and palmed her elbow with her other hand. "Ow," she whimpered, exaggerating just a little bit. Her elbow hurt like a motherfucker, though.