I lay motionless on my bed, the satin sheets almost swallowing me whole as I stare up at my plain white ceiling. The cold air of the brisk October morning comes wafting through my window, causing my curtains to blow erratically in the wind as goosebump arise on my skin.
I'm cold, freezing even but I remain completely unmoving, being too busy thinking about everything and nothing at all.
"Jules!" A voice echos through my room, causing me to finally snap out of my trace like state. I prop myself up on my elbows, the strap of my white tank top sliding down slightly as I look over at my door.
"Did you not hear me calling you? I've been standing here for like a full minute," Jas rolls her eyes, trudging into my room and pulling off her beanie.
"Come on," She says, sitting on my bed next to me and fixing my strap. I groan and roll over towards my wall, just wanting to sleep and not have to deal with Jas's lecturing.
"Nope, nope, nope," She repeats, grabbing me by the shoulders and turning me to face her. "You've already missed six days in a row, if you miss anymore classes they'll kick you out," She begins her lecture.
"Let me sleeppp," I groan, shoving my face into my hands. Over the past six days I've been doing nothing but sleeping but no matter how many hours I get it still feels like I haven't slept a wink.
"I will not let you rot in this bed and leave me alone in that hellhole without my favourite person to chat shit with, now get up," She demands, standing up and pulling me with her.
"I'll pick out a cute outfit while you shower," She says excitedly, eyeing my walk in closet. I roll my eyes fondly at her, knowing she only wants to pick out my outfit so she can choose which clothes she's going to 'borrow' from me and never give back.
Not wanting to deal with Jas's moaning and knowing that she's probably right about the whole getting kicked out thing, I head to my ensuite bathroom.
I peal off the pyjamas that I've been wearing for three days in a row, dropping them into my empty laundry basket before climbing into the shower.
I turn it onto the highest possible setting and stand utterly still as the scolding water pours down my skin, leaving it red and raw.
When I can no longer take the searing heat I climb out, wrapping a towel around me and standing in front of my mirror as I stare into my reflection.
I used to be obsessed with my appearance, constantly nit picking every aspect of it. I wouldn't leave the house until my face was caked in makeup, my hair perfectly curled and my outfit was flawless but now I don't care.
I can barely muster up enough effort to leave the house let alone do all that.
I quickly tuck my hair into a messy bun before moisturising my dry face and heading back into my bedroom where as I expected Jas is tearing apart my closet.
"Oh my god how come I've never seen you wear this," She marvels, holding up a tiny black corset top. "Are you trying to have us match?" I reply, staring down the similar navy corset poking out from beneath her jacket.
"Of course, you'd look ten times hotter if you dressed like me," She winks, chucking the outfit at me. "I'd love to but it's like six degrees," I laugh, heading towards my closet to pick out a warmer outfit.
"A hoe never gets cold," She deadpans, crossing her arms.
I laugh while selecting a black skirt paired with a brown jumper and some thermal black tights. "Damn at least warn a girl before you start to strip," Jas teases as I begin getting changed. "Not that I'm complaining," She smirks, causing me to throw a pair of jeans directly at her head.
I'd much rather go out in a hoodie and some pyjama bottoms but I have to look presentable incase the paparazzi find me.
I get changed and pull on my airforces before we make our way through the hallway, our walking causing the dark oakwood floorboards to creak.
We descend the grand staircase and head towards the large open kitchen as Jas rambles about her costume for an upcoming halloween party that she's dying to go to.
"Hey Mr. King," Jas greets my dad who pouring himself a coffee. "Jas! How are you?" He asks politely, smiling brightly.
"Couldn't be better," She replies. "Could you chuck me an apple?" She asks, now leaning against the counter.
Dad obliges, walking over to us with an apple in one hand and a coffee in the other. "Now you girls have a good day, don't get into too much trouble," He laughs, leaning over to give me a kiss on the forehead before exiting the room.
My dad has made his name by being a well known actor, starring in numerous iconic roles across the span of his career. He additionally hosts the most popular talk show on tv currently, pulling in millions of viewers nightly.
Obviously due to the nature of his job he has developed the uncanny ability to lie and pretend to be something he isn't.
When I was younger I used to genuinely believe I was crazy. I would always wonder why my dad would be so friendly, so charismatic to everyone except me.
But when I got older I realised that he is neither friendly or charismatic he's just good at manipulation and masking his true feelings.
He's spends his whole day appearing cheery and likeable, constantly plastering that bright smile across his face so when he gets home he has no energy left to pretend to be someone he's not, someone nice and loving.
If I ever told anyone what he was really like they'd never believe me and I wouldn't blame them. He's even managed to hide it from those closest to us.
I've been friends with Jas for almost five years and even she has no clue.
"Let's go," I say, slinging my bag over my shoulder. This house is huge but it's always felt suffocating, the walls constantly reminding me of memories I'd much rather forget.
We head towards the drive as Jas loudly munches on her apple, eventually making it to my car and climbing in. I let Jas control the aux as we take off towards the university.
A cold breeze blows directly into my face through the cracked open window, the chilliness waking me up slightly as well as sending shivers throughout my body.
"Want me to do yours?" Jas asks, tilting her head towards me before motioning towards the pack of tarot cards spread across her lap.
"Go ahead," I reply, my voice coming out much more unenthusiastic than I had intended. I muster up a big smile, not wanting her to think that I could ever be disinterested in her or her interests.
"Hmmm, interesting," She hums while tapping her chin, causing me to laugh at her sudden seriousness. "I see great things coming your way," She reveals. "Really?" I snort, not believing her. "Yes," She nods thoughtfully.
"Any idea when these 'great things' are coming my way?" I laugh, pulling into the university car park.
"Very soon, maybe even today."