The Mute Girl's Tutor

Tutor

▪Anneliese's P.o.v.▪

'When life cuts too deep and left you hurting,
The future you had hoped for is now burning,
And the dreams you held so tight lost their meaning,
And you don't if you'll ever find the healing.

You're gonna make it,
You're gonna make it,

And the night can only last so long.

Whatever your facing,
If your heart is breaking,
There's a promise for the ones that hold on,
Lift your eyes and see,

The sun is rising.

The sun is rising.

Every high and every low your gonna go through
You don't have to be afraid I am with you,
In the moments you're so weak you feel like stopping,
Let the hope you have light the road your walking.

You're gonna make it,
You're gonna make it,

The night can only last for so long.

Whatever your facing,
If your heart is breaking,

There's a promise for the ones who just hold on,
Lift your eyes and see,

The sun is rising.

Even when you can't imagine how,
How your ever gonna find your way out,
Even when your drowning in your doubt,

Just look beyond the clouds.

Just look beyond the clouds.

Whatever your facing,
If your heart is breaking,
There's a promise for the ones that hold on,

Lift your eyes and see,

The sun is rising.

The sun is rising.

Even when you can't imagine how,
How your ever gonna find your way out,
Even when your drowning in your doubt,
Just look beyond the clouds.'

Rang out from my phone at ten AM. It's kinda pathetic it took the whole song for me to even have the effort to swat my hand out from under my grey blanket. As anyone could see, I love grey. My room has medium grey walls, dark grey carpeting and bed, and light grey furniture (mini two seater couch, mini coffee table, vanity, and love seat) and curtains that lead to the glass doors to my mini balcony that looks over my pebbled drive way and freshly paved, newly cut grass, fountain in front yard neighborhood. I have to be the most normal person here. I fall out of bed trying to swat at my phone and land on my fuzzy carpet.

"ajdnskadj." I gurgle reaching up and swatting my phone as the song started playing again. I pick myself up (barely) and shuffle into my walk in bathroom that has a jacuzzi tub, shower, two sterling silver fausets resting on a black marble counter thing and a toilet. My bathroom had dark red walls and black tile, mini circle carpet, toilet, shower and counter thing.

I looked like I had been in a wreck. My hair looks like I fell out a tree, rolled around in dirt then fell into a twenty mile deep hole, I had dryed and sticky drool on my chin and left cheek, and my eyes looked blood shot from going to sleep at 1:30 in the morning. I ripped a brush through my usual silky smooth and shiny chocolate brown hair and put it up in a very messy bun not caring about the friz, and washed my face getting of the half crusty, half sticky drool off my face. I look in the black cabinets under the sinks in search for eye drops. Toilet paper, Sarah's flst iron, Sarah's curling iron,Sarah's make up, tampons, Tylenol, ibuprofen, Sarah's itch cream. No eye drops. Looks like I'm going to school with a half stoned look today.