DAY 1

blaring horns rang in her ears as she lay in bed and slowly opened her eyes. A random hand flew in the dark and began to abusively murder the noisey black box. She continued to hit the alarm clock until she picked it up and threw it across the room. The sound of splintering pieces filled the room as she rolled her eyes. Opening the nightstand drawer by her bed, she pulled out another alarm clock and set it in the old ones place. The neon blue numbers flashed 2:15. Angel grunted and rolled over onto her back and stared up at the empty shadows of her room. Reaching over on the left side of the bed, she picked up a purple pillow and smelled it. the sweet smeel of michelles perfume still lingered on it. Angel smiled and laughed at herself. michelle had given the pillow to her, and the ironic part of it was that it was the only colored object in the room. the rest of the room was all black. literally.
firmly placing her feet on the black shag carpet, she stood up and began her trudge to the hallway and into the bathroom. light spilled into her eyes and chased the shadows farther into the corners of the hall. She moaned again and she started to run the water for her shower. stripping down, she got into the shower and watched the dropplets off water cascade off of her tawny skin that was pulled tightly over her toned body. she let the shower wash away what the alarm clock had started, and she found herself staring off into the tiny rivers that ran down her body. as she reached for the shampoo, she took notice of the old scar that ran down her arm. "the old suicidal days." she softly told herself as she poured soap into her hand and shivered. she smiled and began to lather the hair on her head. as she washed the soappy mess from her body, she took pride in the fact that she could live on her own. well, sort of. she still had her bandmates from pink acid living downstairs. she smiled at their triumph of a great selling season.

(ok, i've got pep-band, be back tomorrow to continue!)

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