"Urgh..." I groaned when the alarm in my mobile went off early morning, asking me to wake up and get ready to head out and face the world head on. But I just feel like rolling on my bed and sleep in today. My mind feels at rest today. I can feel the constant rhythm of the beating of my heart in my chest. Today it feels as if it finally found it's pace back. The slow beats which make my eyes feel heavier and heavier. I guess not having eomma around actually puts my security alarms on a rest. I don't need to stay on high alerts when she's not around. It feels good.
But sadly, I am a student and I need to attend school. Be among humans who are mostly no more than some selfish crowd, trying to get their work done and screw others.
I sat on my bed after I turned off the alarm. Blankly staring at my reflection, a sheepish smile soon found it's place on my lips. Out of nowhere, I found myself cute. My messy bed hair, my off shoulder crop top, my half open eyes, everything looked cute to me.
I wondered what happened to me early morning. Did I get some new mental health problem? Am I finally losing my mind, enough to be a mental patient? Will I soon be admitted to a mental hospital where they'll lock me up in a cell and give me dolls to play with because I am smiling like a freaking idiot and finding stuff cute? Or will they cuff my hands and tie one of my leg to a bed post in a dark cell to keep me under control in case I go all out and start acting wild? Will I get those brain shock thingy they do after tying one to the chair and stuffing their mouth? Will they give me sedatives? Or shots of drugs to put me to a creepy deep sleep? What do mental patient get in meals anyway? I wish they serve ice cream. Isn't ice cream a must?! But they don't, right? My mouth starts watering at the thought of some spicy rice cakes. Aah! I wanna eat spicy Tteok-bbeok-kki.
I shook my head to remove these thoughts from my mind and stretched my body with a lazy yawn while sitting on the bed. I soon got off my bed and started making it again but nearly lost my balance when a hard cramp hit me in my abdomen like a punch came flying and twisted my guts right after hitting me..
"Fuck!" I cursed under my breath and my lips pressed into a tight line. I moved to the bathroom to check and Viola! I had no idea it was today. And after spilling a series of curses under my breath I took the life saver and used it after I was done with my shower. Thankfully, it had just started so I didn't stain anything.
As I came out of the shower, I heaved a sigh in frustration. "Well now I get why I felt cute in the morning." I spoke while gritting my teeth.
Periods always give me really bad mood swings with extreme zone out sessions at intervals. These freaking mood swings always get me so damn tired as if I had run a marathon whole day and fought like a warrior whole night. I just wish to get these over with this month as well.
I tied my hair in a messy bun with my bangs falling over my forehead elegantly. First day, so I'll definitely wear my black ribbed pants and the simple black crop tee. No breakfast today because I have no intentions to throw up in the class early morning and then spend the rest of the day in the medical room at school.
I looked at the clock and I was running late already. Damn! Everything happens at the same time to screw me well, right? I groaned in annoyance and took the keys of the house from my drawer. Taking my jacket in one hand, I picked up my bag from the chair as I slipped my phone in it. I heard an annoying continuous honking sound from the outside which added to my already bad mood. Now I just wanted to shut the world out and lay in my bed all day so badly. I left my room in a rush as I made my way down through the stairs and came to the hall. The honking sound just got worsened. I looked around to see if anything was out of place in an instant. Making sure everything looked alright, I leapt towards the main door of the house.
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𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟎 || 𝐊𝐓𝐇 ft. Choi Soobin
FanfictionShe was the "I hate you" kind of girl. He was the "You know you love me" kind of boy. They would tease each other and joke together. But this isn't a love story. Because then, after he said "I hate myself", She was at his gravestone and whispered "...