To Wilt

Chapter 1: To Wilt or Not to Wilt?

AN: Hello fellow Wattpader's, AuthorWanted here!  If you're familiar with my work TO/RN, I have decided to unpublish most of it due to a couple of obvious reasons: 1. The grammar was just awful and 2. I really wanted to start fresh with original ideas (aside from that whole bad boy thing that was so unoriginal). I have started editing it and coming up with new ideas, so if you're interested, give the first chapter a read.

P.S. It's been a hot minute since I have spewed my creativity onto a story, so please excuse my rustiness. But without further ado, I hope you enjoy the new story!

Love,

T.

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To Wilt or Not to Wilt?

It was 3:46 am. Or at least that's what the clock read. I promised myself that I'd be sleeping earlier at night, so it'd be easier to get up for school in the morning. But now that daylight savings were over, time was starting to really confuse me. It was unsettling to think that it was the closest thing to time traveling, going back in time and having an extra hour to fix a mistake, to save a life...

Just imagine the Earth turning as it normally would, but in an instance in time, it would go in the opposite direction. Just for a short hour. Yet not much would really change. Nothing would be reversed, forgotten, erased or fixed. Scientifically impossible anyways. Although there's a lot to fix within the world.

Anyhow, I wasn't using the opportunity to the best of my abilities. Instead, I remained still on my bed, lying on my back and glaring up at the ceiling as darkness consumed the entire room. The only source of light was a yellow flickering ray from a semi-working lamppost that had been placed across the street and its rays vividly weaved through the windows, casting shadows a few inches from the window sill.

There was an odd type of silence, an unavoidable one. Even though there were sounds of cars going back and forth and an airy force making my transparent curtains dance amongst the wind, I couldn't help but to ignore them all. The silence wasn't quite around me, but rather in my head. It was no different than the room I laid in; dark, cold, and empty. With countless boxes holding memories of the past and tools for the future.

For so many years I had resided in a relatively large house, with people that cared for me, supplied me with food, water and shelter. And I'm sure as hell not ready to pack all those effortless times away and carry them with me to a place where all that support's elusive. University. The horrid place was called university.

I pushed all those thoughts aside and glanced at the clock again. This time it read 5:20 am. It had seemed as though I had awaken before the sun once again. It didn't feel like the morning, in fact, nothing had changed except the time. Shoving my blanket away, I arose from my bed and walked towards the window sill. The wind pushed my hair back gently, allowing it to sway near the back of my shoulder and in the distance, the sun's amber rays began permeating the sky.

It was rather refreshing in comparison to all the built up dust that'd been filling my lungs for the past few weeks. Since mom had died, my dad and I had decided to move, but the house had remained untouched. It was too much for us to stay here and yet feel the emptiness of the house without her. It was depressing and quiet. I took a deep breath of the fresh air and looked up to the sky; it was dark, the clouds were barely noticeable, and the stars becoming distant.

I bet if mom were home she'd be making us breakfast downstairs... Her dark brown hair would be tied up neatly and she'd have on a focused expression whilst flipping a perfectly golden omelette. Just how we like it. Good morning, mom.