A sigh escapes my lips as I look up at my ceiling. When I look at it in all it's tan glory, it allows my mind to wonder off into an unknown world. The blank canvas gives me an ease from the decaying world around me, I'm able to actually breathe for once.
I can spend hours just laying on my bed, staring into an abyss I call a ceiling. Images running through my mind as I just sink deeper into my mattress, the feeling of my soft velvety blankets surrounding me. The farther I stare off, I feel less of the blankets, my body seems to start feeling numb from it; Even the usual pit in my stomach disappears sometimes.
This time my mind wonders to what it would be like to be alive during the pirate age. Would I be apart of a crew? Just a lady waiting for her loved one to return? Am I the captain of that crew? Is our mission to be like Robin Hood in a way where we're the poor ones and just getting what's due, taking apart of the wealth. How would my outfit look? Would I have a ripped skirt? Baggy pants? Would I wear a corset or would I go, "Fuck the patriarchy!" Honestly, I think wearing a corset would be cool, I just wouldn't have it that tight as what's usual. What would be the main thing we stole from the wealth other than money? Clothes? Weapons? Jewelry?
My eyes are starting to feel dry, they're stinging a bit too. Maybe I should blink...
Blink
The images are swept clear from the ceiling, now it's just a boring tan color again. I should probably get up, I mean it's 2pm and I still haven't gotten up from bed all day. Mom and dad must think I'm dead.. Oh well, not my problem. Another sigh comes through my lips, I slowly sit up, earning a couple of cracks from my back. I already had my hour of adjusting to being awake and preparing to socialize. I wish I could stay in bed for another hour, but I'm already behind on my medication. I guess it's time that I get out of bed..
I throw my blankets off of me, wrinkling them up even further; If that's even possible. I move my legs to hang off the side of the bed, swinging them slightly before I stretch out.
Que a muscle spasm
"Ah fuck! Shit! Charley horse!" Of course those are the first words to actually come out of my mouth for the day. I fucking hate charley horses, shit is still spasming, "Fuckkkk," I say as I grab my leg and try to massage my leg out. "This is bullshit."
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Hey guys! Thank you for reading my first chapter, it's definitely a short one but I thought it would be a good introduction to the personality of our main character, Arelli. The future chapters are going to be longer of course, this is just the Intro.
JE LEEST
Inside My Mind
Algemene fictieYou ever feel like you're alone and all you can do is narrate yourself in your head or think about possible ways a conversation can go, sometimes a bit too dramatic? Well at least that's how I am.
