Chances and Changes

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The alarm clock buzzes too loudly, and I sluggishly stretch my arm so I can turn it off. The time reads 7:00am exactly when I open my eyes and look at it. For a few seconds, my eyes don't move from the numbers shown. Quickly, I throw myself across to the other end of my bed, where my phone rested. Turning on the screen, I almost begin to scream. The time was now 7:01, but the date isn't at all what it should be. February twelfth was a Friday. To be exact, it was Cupid Day. I shook the sleep out of my head, begging for the date to change. For my phone to read it that it was the thirteenth, maybe even the fourteenth, and that I had just returned from the hospital a day earlier. Events from the past day were still clear to me, and I just knew that when I woke up in that hospital bed, it was real. God, I thought, I'm going insane or something. I sighed, falling onto my back on the bed, pulling the covers up just under my chin. Caring didn't matter right now. School for that matter didn't even make a difference anymore. Whatever I do today, what's the difference, just as long as I get to keep on living, only with a new day instead of this one? I decide to give up on thinking, knowing that that will only bring me thoughts that I don't want to think about. I soon close my eyes, deciding just to sit for a while, maybe just clear my thoughts so I don't pass out, or throw up. Even if I had to go through this again, puking was at the bottom of my to-do list.

"Sammy! Sam, get up!" Izzy yelled with her lisp as she stormed into my room, plopping herself on my bed. "C'mon, Mom says you gotta get ready to go!"

I nodded. "Yeah, I know. And I'll be downstairs in a little bit, kay?" I sat up a little, not enough to make me actually want to leave my bed. I was comfortable, and if I was going to have to die another time tonight, shouldn't I have spent some extra time in comfort while I still could?

"She said you had to now!" She changed her voice a little as she spoke, dragging out the 'now' to make it seem more assertive and demanding. Without much extra protesting, I nodded, dragging myself out of my bed. She followed me as I slowly made my way over to my dresser.

I turned my head to look at her. "Izzy, don't you have to get ready for school, too? Go get breakfast or something." She frowned a little, protesting a little before I narrowed my eyes just slightly. I watched as she turned and slowly left my room, going downstairs. Half of my dresser drawers were already open. I took out a pair of grey leggings and a purple PINK brand sweatshirt. Lindsay would definitely give me hell for not wearing my matching red tank top and skirt, but that didn't matter right now. After getting dressed, I pulled myself into the bathroom, taking about five minutes to curl my hair a little before Lindsay would show up.

"Beep, beep!" Lindsay yelled from the driveway obnoxiously, telling me that she was here. It was in moments like this, when I was sick of everything in my life that I felt relieved that my mom forbade her from honking her truck's horn. Taking my time, I walked into my room again, grabbing my backpack and phone, not bothering to grab a coat. As I left the kitchen and made my way over to the front door, I quickly thought to fasten my pace, not wanting to be stopped today by Izzy attempting to give me my gloves, or, 'gloveths', as she would say.

Standing outside the tinted windows of passenger side of the monster that was Lindsay's car, I closed my eyes and took a breath, trying to prepare myself for the day ahead, not even sure myself entirely of what it would bring.