One Way

Chapter One: This Life

      I scrunched up my nose, half awake, as I distantly felt something smooth and wet slide across it. Then to my face. Then back to my nose. I ignored it. Just a dream.

        Then my face was covered and I couldn't breathe. My eyes sprung open, but all I saw was blackness. I groggily lifted my hand, sleep still drugging me, and ran it down across what I thought was my face.

        Expect it was furry. And it purred as I stroked it.

        “Fang, gerrof meh,” I mumbled and lifted the black kitten off of my face, sucking in the nice, cool air again.

         I faced Fang toward me and looked at him pitifully in the eyes; he then started pawing at my nose. I giggled, and l laid him on my chest. Fang rolled over and licked my chin.

         Then bit it.

          “Ow, Fang,” I whined, rubbing the spot on my chin where he bit me, “you don't bite,” I cooed gently to the audacious kitten and scratched him behind his perked up ears. He took my index finger and then started nibbling at it.

           I sighed, then laughed, “okay, I get it,” I sleepily ran my hand down my face, “you're hungry.”

           Fang mewed in answer, nudging at my hand.

           I threw my midnight black covers off of my body with my feet and climbed out of bed. I stumbled my still half-awake body down the two flights of carpeted stairs, into the kitchen- which was already occupied.

            “G’mornin’, Mom,” I grunted forcefully, barely audible. She always makes me say good morning to her.

             She turned her head towards me, her black-brown curls springing with the equal happiness on her face, “good morning, Alexander,” she chirped then turned back to the pancakes she was making.

             Well, now you know my name. I'm Alexander… Alexander Damient. And I'm 16 years old. Yep…

             I walked to the opposite side of the kitchen and opened a cabinet on the base of the black granite and mohagony  island, reaching for a can of Fancy Feasts. I pulled off the tin cap and shook it into Fang's food bowl. The little kitten immediately stuck his head into the gigantic bold and munched away. I sat down on the ceramic tile floor and ran my hand against Fang’s soft fur. After a couple of minutes I jumped up and heaved myself back upstairs to my room to take a shower.

        Today was my first day of junior year; I'm dreading it with my life. I walked into my room and shut the door. It was so dark but some of the sunlight from outside peeked through the blinds. But it was still no match for the life-sucking black paint of my walls and ceiling and door.

         I turned the bedroom light on and the anger-induced holes punctured my walls lit up like strobe lights. I sighed, my anger its always got the best me.

         I walked across my bedroom, occupied by thoughts- and tripped over the corner of my midnight black bed.

         “Shit,” I cringed and clenched my teeth. I limped over to my bathroom, only to walk into its heavenly blackness, as well.

         I looked into the mirror and stared at myself. My eyes were a piercing ice-blue, with long, black eyelashes. I tapped my average American nose, a few freckles sprinkling here and there, and my nose ring glinting in the artificial light. My skin, despite the hot summer Georgia has been experiencing, was a porcelain, ivory white- and it stood out even more so in comparison to my layered jet-black hair. I ruffled my hair and the single blonde streak fluffed up.