The sharp sound of the alarm clock filled the room as a tanned hand reached up and taped the button to shut it off. The girl threw the covers off of her and slowly sat up, moving her legs over the edge of the bed and slowly lowering them on the cold floor of her room. She leaned down on her knees, contemplating if it is even worth getting up.
She stood up and made her way towards the door, opening it carelessly. She knew that nobody was home, so she didn't care if she was loud. She made her way into the bathroom and took of the tank top and shorts she had been sleeping in. She looked at her image in the large bathroom mirror, seeing how her eyes were swollen from all the crying in the last few days.
She stepped into the shower and turned the hot water on, a sharp sensation of cold hitting her first for a moment before slowly becoming warmer and warmer, soothing her skin and calming her nerves and mind at least a little. Memories of what happened two weeks ago hit her again as they did every moment where she was alone, left to think about the situation. She remembered the yelling, the accusations and finally the separation. She felt like crying again, but stopped herself. She had cried enough in the last two weeks. She didn't want to do it anymore.
After fifteen minutes she stepped out of the shower and dried herself of with a towel before wrapping it around her slim body. She did her hair and applied light makeup, just enough to cover her tired features before she walked back into her room and opening her closet. She took out tight, dark jeans and a red t-shirt, placing them on the bed as she took out some underwear and got dressed.
She walked downstairs into the empty living room of her family house. She remembered how not even two weeks ago she would have been greeted by her mom and dad as they would have breakfast and coffee at the kitchen table. She remembered how she would join them while waiting for Trina to wake up and get dressed and how she would hug them both before heading off to school. Now, it was only a memory. She felt a single tear form itself, but she quickly brushed it away so it wouldn't ruin her make up. She walked out of the house towards her car, happy that she at least got her license and wasn't dependent on anyone.
She turned on the radio, playing her favorite radio channel that played great morning music, slightly improving her mood and hopefully preparing her for going through with her day as usually. She didn't tell any of her friends how her family had fallen apart. She didn't want to talk about it. She didn't want to deal with it. For now, the illusion that she would come home one day and find everything as it used to be was what kept her going.
After a short ride, she parked into the school's parking lot and got out of the car before locking it and walking towards the only place that could distract her long enough from the harsh truth that is reality.
Tori stopped in front of her locker and opened it after entering her combination. She took out the books for her first class of the day as she saw her reflection on the small mirror in the locker door. She let out a small sigh before looking back at it and placing her façade smile on as she did for the last few days. Being an actor definitely had it's advantages, and she was enjoying them right now.
"Good morning, girl." She heard the familiar voice behind her, turning around to face her best friend who was playing his combination to open his own locker.
"Hey." She said weakly, getting his attention with the lack of the usual strength that always graced her voice.
"Are you alright?" He asked as he closed his locker and stepped closer. She scolded herself for not showing more enthusiasm.
"Just tired. Couldn't really sleep that well last night." Tori told him. It wasn't a lie. But it wasn't the whole truth either. And she didn't want to handle the whole truth yet.
"Alright then. See you at songwriting." He said before he walked off to his class.
Tori let out a sigh of relief, both happy and disappointed. She didn't want to talk about her situation, but she was also disappointed that none of her friends seemed to notice that something was wrong. She slightly chuckled at her paradoxical state of mind. Despite avoiding her issues as much as she could, she wondered if anyone really cared about her. Nobody even seemed to assume that something wasn't right. Nobody even remarked about her being quieter and less talkative in the last few days.
She was pulled out of her thoughts when she suddenly ended up butt first on the floor. She looked up and saw a guy standing there.
"Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going." Tori said as she grabbed the books from the floor.
"It's alright." He said as he crouched down and picked up some of the papers. He stood up and offered his hand to help her up. She took it with a small smile because of the polite and helpful gesture as she took his hand. The moment she did, something overtook her.
"Do you need anything, sir?" A lady in a uniform asked while the young man only shook his head no. She nodded with a smile and walked away as he leaned into his seat while the sound of the engine filled the plane. He looked through the window, taking a last glance at his hometown.
"Anyone there?" She snapped out of it as she saw him waving his hand in front of her face. She looked at him and noticed that she was standing now, not even remembering that moment of her standing up.
"Um, I'm late for class. Bye." She said as she sped off towards her classroom. She walked inside and sat down in the empty chair in the back of the classroom. She didn't understand what just had happened. What she had just seen. She didn't imagine it. It seemed real. It seemed like a memory. Like his memory. But it wasn't possible. She had not seen him before in school; she had not talked to him. She didn't even know his name. So why was she suddenly having visions about someone she didn't know?
She didn't even notice the teacher walk into class and begin it. She tried to follow, but gave up after a few moments, not able to focus on anything going on in front of the class. Her thoughts drifted away again towards what had just happened. She hoped that she wasn't going completely crazy now. It wouldn't surprise her if she actually was. Seeing her family torn apart had to leave a mark after all.
"I'm sorry sir, but we have to increase the interest of your loan by two percent." A man in a suit said as the teacher sighed in the chair before nodding. They shook hands as he walked out of the bank and towards the first bar."
"Miss Vega, would you please pay attention to my class." The teacher said as he patted Tori's arm, having noticed her spacing out.
Tori snapped out of yet another vision, looking up at her teacher in a loss for words. She didn't understand what was happening to her, and it scared her to death.
"I'm sorry. I need to go to the bathroom." She said as she got up and walked out of the class, not bothering to wait for the teacher to approve it. She walked into the bathroom and towards one of the sinks, switching the water on and splashing it on her face a couple of times, breathing heavily and trying to calm down.
Why did she just see her teacher talking to someone in a bank? Why did she suddenly have those visions? She shook her head, trying to clear her mind and make sense of the situation. She noticed one thing, which was that the visions always came when she had physical contact with someone. The first time was when she took the guy's hand to get up, the second time when the teacher patted her on her arm to get her attention.
Why was it happening now all of the sudden? It never happened to her before, so why now? Why was that happening while she already had a so much going on already? She slid her hands through her hair in desperation before resting the palms of her hand on her face, trying to calm down and collect herself again.
She walked out of the bathroom after a few minutes, having finally calmed down and made the decision to avoid any physical contact for now. She didn't want to deal with it, and she mostly hoped that it would be gone as soon as it had appeared.