I hated this. I had never in my life been so agitated. I struggled to breathe in the darkness of my room but I had to breathe. I was getting better. I had to breathe. I shakily threw the covers over me and got up, my feet sinking into the fluffy carpet. I stood straight with my chest pushed out and my hands behind my head and tried to steady my harsh breaths. I counted 60 seconds and my breathing began to slowly go back to normal. After that episode, I just knew i wouldn't be able to go back to bed so I decided to start my day at 3:15 am. I decided to make my way to the bathroom and tried to erase the dark thoughts that pass through my head daily.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror and cringed. My hair stringy with sweat sticking onto the nape of my neck. My damp tank top clinging onto my body and my pyjama bottoms clinging onto my thighs. Basically I looked disgusting with massive bags beneath my eyes.
I stripped out of my clothing and wrapped my towel securely around myself. I walked out of my room and proceeded to make my way into my walk-in closet and grabbed my faded shorts, a white tank top and my hot pink jumper and walked back into my bathroom. I took a quick shower and got dressed.
It was eerily quiet so I figured that my parents were still asleep. Rolling my eyes at the thought, I descended the stairs. I turned on the kitchen lights as I pulled out my phone to check the time, 5:23, time's going too slowly.
I got out all the fruits needed to make my breakfast smoothie. I threw all the ingredients into the blender, added ice and water, then blended it. When that was done, I poured it into a glass, grabbed a reusable straw from the cabinets and legged it up the stairs and into my parents room.
They weren't there.
"Mam?!," I called.
I walked to their mahogany desk and placed my glass on the table once I noticed that a white envelope with my name on it, beside it was a credit card. I slowly opened the note knowing what I was going to find in it......
Liliana,
Your dad and I are going to Switzerland for a few weeks and while we're gone, you're going to stay at Aunt Lucia's house. We've left our credit card on our desk. Aunt Lucia has your appointment schedules for the hospital, she'll be the one to take you to all your appointments so she knows about your condition.
From Mam & Dad
For a few weeks? More like for months. Tears were rapidly pouring from my eyes now, why would they do this to me again? Why wasn't I allowed to stay at the mansion like I usually did when they went on one of their random trips. Aunt Lucia isn't even my aunt, she's just one of my mam's best friends. I haven't seen her in almost ten years so she's practically a stranger. I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and go to my bedroom. I walk over to my dresser, pulling my make-up from my drawers, I might as well look decent to go to school, I don't want to look like an emotional wreck now do I? Once I finished putting on my make-up which consists of mascara, lip gloss and concealer for the bags under my eyes I grabbed my Michael Kors watch that I got for my fifteenth birthday and slipped it onto my wrist, checking the time as I did so, 7:29 , I had just about half an hour to get to school, perfect.
I picked up the garage remote and pressed the open button, once it was open I step in to decide what car I'd use today. My eyes skim over the cars and I decided to go for my yellow Lamborghini.
Before I knew it I was already pulling up to my school, West Bridge High, home of the Panthers. Two cars pull up beside me and a smile spread across my face instantly. I jumped out of my car and watched as my two best friends Perry and Mercedes make their way towards me, squealing.
