Escape

There's No Way You Can Fit 20 Marshmallows in Your Mouth

Amar's POV

My head snapped up at the sudden sound of Billie Eilish's voice. I groaned and reached out for my phone. I pressed the snooze button and dropped my head on the pillow. After hitting the snooze button three times, I finally turned it off. I groaned and propped myself up on my elbows. I scanned my room for expressly nothing then rubbed my eyes.

Mornings aren't my thing. At all.

I groaned and plopped back down. I seized my covers and threw them over my head. I didn't want to go anywhere today. As I was drifting off to sleep, I heard clattering downstairs. My head snapped up, the covers acting as a sort of hoodie if that makes sense.

"Mum!" I yelled. No response. "Dad!" There was no response again. I threw the covers off and got up. I got up way too fast because I doubled over and clutched onto my bedside table to gain my balance. I got dizzy and tightened my grip on the table. I let out a deep breath and let go of the table. I took a step forward to make sure I wouldn't fall and pass out. Once I was sure, I opened my door and poked my head out. I stepped out and went towards my parent's room. I knocked and leaned my ear to hear. No mutters or shuffling of the bed. Instead, I heard more clattering downstairs. Taking a deep breath, I walked downstairs. I crept slowly down the stairs. I stopped immediately and winced when the stairs creaked under my feet. I continued down the stairs. When I reached the living room, I released a breath I didn't know I was holding. There was no one in the living room, thankfully. I was about to head back upstairs when I heard more clattering. This time it was coming from the kitchen. I looked around and grabbed a green vase. I cautiously walked towards the kitchen. I pushed the door open and stepped inside. There was no one in sight. I sighed and set the vase on the counter. I noticed a plastic bowl on the floor and figured it must've fallen. I placed it back in the sink and sighed.

"You have officially watched way too many horror flicks," I muttered to myself. I exited the kitchen and went back to my room. I quickly made my bed and grabbed a towel. I went to the bathroom and started the water. I stripped out of my pyjamas. My torso still looked like a unicorn puked on it. The scratches on my face were healing quickly. The black eye was taking longer to fade. The hints of purple had disappeared, but it was still pretty big and black. I sighed and stepped into the shower.

*

I wrapped the towel around my body and walked back to my room. I dived into my closet and looked for clothes then went back to the bathroom. I blow dried my hair and decided to leave it like that. A beanie wouldn't look good with this outfit. I took out the bottle of concealer from the first drawer. I had told Tyler to take me to the store first. I stole a bottle of concealer and more rubbing alcohol. What? I didn't have my money on me, sue me.

After a while, I was done applying the concealer. I could still see hints of black, but it was barely there. I had stolen a concealer that said it would "100% cover up breakouts". They should advertise that it would "95% cover up bruises" too. It was a great concealer. I barely used a quarter of the bottle. I would usually use more than half of the bottle. I sighed and turned the lights off. I went back to my room and got my bag ready. I shoved my essay on the Great Gatsby along with my now finished math packet. I delicately put my laptop in my backpack then closed it. I hopped around on one foot trying to get my shoe on. I sighed in relief once I was done and walked over to my mirror. I chose a striped tank top with black leggings, a jacket over it and white vans.