A sudden change in colour had awoken me. Orangeflashed over my
eyelids. I squinted, this light is what disturbed me. As I gradually
widened the gap for my eyes to peer through, I noticed that a streak
of radiant orange had appeared through a slit between the curtains
that had obviously not been properly drawn together.
The curtains seemed to be a fair distance away so I opted for the
easier alternative. I twisted my body so I now had my back to the
window. I tried to get back to sleep, but I could feel the intensity
of the suns rays on my shoulder that had broke through into my room.
Annoyed at this, I turned once again and lay on my back. I took a deep
breath, and sighed.
My eyes were wondering around the room without me really knowing what
I was looking for. I don't think that I was thinking about anything
specific. I don't think that I could at that moment in time. I was
obviously still in the process of getting over the last twelve hours
of sleep. My face had an unaccustomed sensation that I had only just
realised. I ran my sultry hand down my cheek, and felt unusual lines
and faint indentations; I guessed that was from the position I found
myself in when I opened my eyes, face down on my front. My eyes still
felt relatively heavy, yet I still managed to keep them open, my eyes
wondering around my bedroom for nothing in particular.
I felt warm and comfortable and did not want to fidget incase of
disturbing the satisfying feeling. The walls that surrounded me each
had their own shade of yellow and posters to do with various subjects
that I was interested in, yet at that time were meaningless to...
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...wn. Just thinking, looking up at the ceiling. Yet
still not really concentrating on anything, not even on what I had
just witnessed. I continued to gaze up.
All was quiet. And I had just begun to feel tired again and felt my
eyelids increasing in weight. Then the phone rang downstairs. I only
heard muttering as my mum answered it.
Quiet again. Just seconds later, just after I had shut my eyes
completely, my mum yelled up the stairs. She told me to rush and get
ready. There had been an accident involving someone from the family.
She wouldn't say who.
But I already knew who it was, I knew before she did. I was the one
who found out first.
Mum said that it was a member of the family who had had a serious
accident. She was wrong. I didn't consider my dad as part of my
family. I hated the Orangeman. Bastard!
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