729 𝑫𝒂𝒚𝒔 {𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅}

Chapter 50

It's morning already.

I sit up from my half laid position and check my phone. Still no messages from ...... anyone.
I step down from the bed and walk over to the window to draw the curtains.
"Annaaaa?" mom screams from the kitchen.

As usual , the daily drama. Today's topping will be him. And he knew this would happen and still he left.
Well......

I walk out of my room, the headache hitting bad.
"I am awake" I say while making my way to the washroom to freshen up.
She doesn't respond and i don't even expect her to.

I put on the shower and sit under it.

My mind is blocked. It's clouded with so many things that nothing in specific is making its way through the blockage. Alex, Riri, Ross , Mom and Dad are my concern....and I can't take in anymore. These 5 have already gave me 5 billion faces to digest in. But .... something about Ross is just not....
I don't know.....i never expected or rather i couldn't comprehend the fact that he....He can turn up like this.....

The hot water falls on my shoulder, steam covering my body up real fast. Something drops from my shoulder.....as if I was carrying some kind of weight and someone has put it down.....I feel lighter. I lean across the wall allowing the water to trail down on every inch of my skin. My eyes flutter close in response to the relaxation waves hitting perfectly.

I wake up to loud thomping on the door of the bathroom.
"Annaaaaaa" mom is screaming from the other side.

What the fuck? I slept? I fucking sleptttt???? For how long???

"Yes. Yes mom." I stutter and answer her.
"Get out of the shower now!!! It's been more than 40 minutes you are inside there doing God knows whattt" she screams in frustration.

I don't answer her and turn off the shower and get up. I open the shelf and take out the loofah and apply some shower gel on it.
Moving it across my skin to and fro , i start wondering.
What? I don't know. Why the fuck am I being in a state of hangover? I don't know. Why isn't my body responding or why isn't my mind reacting properly? I don't know. I am just lost. Lost in what? I don't know.

After cleaning with the gel I wash up the foam from over my body and watch the bubbles flow down the drain.

I finally come out of the washroom after almost 10 minutes since mom asked me to come out. I walk into my room and take out the tank top and the pencil skirt from the wardrobe and get dressed for school.

SCHOOL.
RIGHT.
SCHOOL.

Why exactly am i going to the school? To what? Study? Or to face the traumas of my life?
I glance over the clock. It's 8 and I'll be late if i don't leave now.
I leave my hair loose on my shoulders since they are yet wet to tie up. Putting on my pump shoes, i look into the mirror one last time before leaving.
I walk down the stairs and find the tiffin box on the table.

"Have it in the lunch. I won't stop you now, or you'll be late" mom says and turns to the basin again.

I take the box and put it inside the bag and walk out of the door.

Okay. Another drama.