Charlotte; Prolouge

by Rien in

Beep...Beep...Beep...

I groaned inwardly. Stupid alarm clock, was I seriously time to get up already? My head felt foggy and throbbed lightly as I tried to remember what I could have done to make it hurt like that. I took a deep breath and inhaled something strange, like a sea bass in the middle of the Sahara. It was probably just Grams trying to cook breakfast again. It didn't smell edible, but then again, nothing Grams cooked ever tasted or smelled edible. So I ignored it. Squeezing my eyes shut, I fell into a deep trance within seconds.

Beep...Beep...Beep...

I bit my lip, trying not to get too annoyed. All I wanted was a few extra minutes of sleep before I had to lug myself out of bed and off to school (a.k.a. the worst place on earth). Was that honestly too much to ask for? Just a few more minutes, that’s all I need. Just a few more minutes...

Beep...Beep...Beep...

Sighing deeply, and with great mental force, I began to roll over, but was stopped mid-turn by the excruciating pain that exploded in my body. It sped through me and centered on my legs at a speed that rivaled quite a few NASCAR drivers. I gasped in agony. My right leg felt like it was decomposing at a rapid speed, as if every cell was slowly tearing itself apart. Then the realization hit my head full force, (which didn’t help the headache much), and I remembered.

I wasn’t at home.