Lacuna

Chapter 1

Annabelle's point of view

Staring at the ceiling was like a hobby to me. The moment I would wake up, I would just stare at it, lost in my thoughts. My eyes moved to the alarm as it started ringing, the continuous blaring sounding rather unpleasant. I don't even know why I kept it, I always wake up before it.

With a sigh, I turn it off and get out of my bed.

Showers are one of my favorite parts of the day. The feel of the warm water cascading down your back, soothing any sort of tense muscles, is one of the best.

After taking a nice warm shower and brushing my teeth, I get out of the bathroom and head straight to my small walk-in closet. I don't really care what I wear for school because it's just pointless. You're going to school, not a party. A pair of leggings and a t-shirt and you're good to go.

I tie my long blonde hair in a ponytail, making sure it's not too tight to hurt my scalp. Quickly grabbing the moisturizer sitting on my table, I apply some since my skin absolutely loves being dry like Sahara.

I head downstairs after I wear my shoes. Sitting down on my usual spot at the island, I look at my mom to see her making sausages. I smile brightly because sausages are my absolute favorite.

"Hello darling. How are you? Did you get a good night's sleep?" She asks, turning around and giving me a kind smile which, of course, I return.

"Hey mom. I'm fine and yes! I slept really well. What about you?" I answer honestly. Sleep is one of the many things that I absolutely love. I mean, who wouldn't love sleeping? It's the best thing ever.

"I'm good and I slept well too, dear." She turns around, checking on the sausages. Hearing her, I narrow my eyes. The lie in her voice seemed to be pretty evident. She really was a bad liar, no wonder I'm a bad one as well.

"Well, the bags under your eyes are saying something else." I curl strands of hair around my finger, inspecting it. I hear my mom chuckle but not say anything. My mother is one of the pack doctors while my dad and brothers are pack warriors.

"Hello people. Your kings have arrived!" I roll my eyes at the idiots that I call brothers. Carson and Carlos, both are twins who haven't found their mates yet. They are twenty while I just turned eighteen today.

They have an annoying tendency of coming up with the most absurd things ever, one of them including waking me in the middle of the night and wishing me happy birthday, even after knowing that I had school in the morning. Carlos being the oh so great genius he is, almost burnt my hair with the candles.

Oh and he also didn't forget to smash a whole cupcake in my face when I was barely awake. That surely woke me up though.

"Ann! How does it feel to be eighteen?" Both of them ask at the same time. Carson throws Carlos an annoyed glare.

"Why do you always copy me? You even copied the womb I was in." He shoots Carlos another glare as the both of them take a seat at the island.

"We all are from the same womb." I add, watching with amusement. Carson shakes his head, his lips dipping in a frown. "I had to be in there with him, Ann." He shudders as if the words were enough to horrify him.

"You're acting as if you remember that time, dumbass. Now let me eat my breakfast in peace," Carlos throws him the finger, shoving a piece of bread in his mouth. Carson just sticks his tongue out at him.

"Now see! You got us off topic! I was asking Ann something." Carlos says as soon he swallows the piece of bread he was eating. I hear Carson mumble a faint 'we' and I shake my head. The both of them were so childish.