My body ached, and I was beginning to lose feeling of reality.
Black spots began to dance around my vision as I welcomed the comfort of sleep.
"No, no, don't fall asleep." A faint voice called, but it was too late, I was too sleepy.
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I let out a strangled groan as the shrill sound of my alarm clock woke me for my dreamless sleep.The night had been long like normal, my job keeping me until 3:00am and my lovely insomnia keeping me up even longer.
I had most likely only been able to get three hours max of sleep. Maybe if this wasn't the normal I would've been more tired, but I'd learned to adjust long ago. Anyways, who need sleep nowadays?
I rubbed my eyes tiredly once I had propped myself up on my elbows. I stifled a groan as I felt my body ache. A dull pain that seemed to light up like fire as I moved just by barely.
My gaze shifted over to the blurry silhouette of my outdated clock, I squinted, trying with all my might to read the time. The numbers blurring together thanks to my terrible eyesight. Judging by the shape of the blurry figures, I figured it was around 6:05.
I groaned in frustration, my eyes twitching slightly from straining them, and slamming my fist on the blaring alarm clock. I sighed in relief as the damn thing went quiet. "Thank god." I grumbled, peeling my covers away from my body and standing up.
I hissed quietly, the cold air hitting my bare chest at full force. I stretched out, my arms spreading out above me, before wincing as the painful ache seemed to spread even more. I quickly stopped stretching, allowing my arms to fall back down to my sides.
The cold, hardwood floor didn't help my freezing body as I padded across the room towards the bathroom. I let out a slight yelp as I nearly tripped over my own shoes, carelessly throwing them into my room the day before. Even though it was my own doing, I glared down at the shoes briefly.
I grumbled in annoyance, getting distracted for a few seconds only to have nearly slammed into the bathroom door. God, why was everything in the way this morning? "I really need my glass.." I mumbled as I entered my small bathroom.
I nearly winced once I caught my reflection in the bathroom mirror, even though I couldn't see myself very well I could see the fresh bruises that lined my chest and stomach, purple spots decorated my body like i was some kind of artwork. To bad this artwork hurt.
I could also slightly see the old bruises that seemed to almost just all blend together, the dull fading colors nearly giving my skin a new color. The bruises clashed harshly against my extremely pale skin.
I ran my fingers through my short hair in frustration, my fingers quickly got lost in the depths of my curly hair and even though it was short - barely reaching the end of my ears - it was incredibly thick. I gritted my teeth and turned away from the mirror, moving towards the shower to quickly take a morning shower.
After all I had hell to attend to in only a mere hour.
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