I lie in bed for a few more blissful hours. The blankets are covering my body like a little cave. I am lying face down on my stomach, cradling my pillow, and watching the sunlight fade and stream in, lighting up the room. I am a vampire. I feel like a vampire. Avoiding the sun, unsocial, and just I guess depressed. I am sucking on my blood.
I feel like I remained in my little cave for a few more minutes when I heard Sanha calling. I think I didn't hear properly. Why was she calling me? I listen to some more.
"Hannah!! Where's my breakfast?!"
Right. That lazy ass herself, not me. I can't even summon up the thought of making her breakfast or care about other people's lives. I don't move and stay in my position.
"Hannah!"
Oh, so now she is caring about me? Do I have to listen?
There is silence, then I hear a knock on my door. "Hannah! You LAZY ASS! Get up!"
The insult we so commonly used against each other 'lazy ass' just affected me and I shout back. "Who are you calling the lazy ass? Go make your breakfast, lazy ass! You are older than me and should know how to!"
"I don't have the time!"
"Oh and I do?! Me, still in bed not even dressed and you downstairs looking at your phone say you have no time?! Please explain the logic here, San"
Silence.
Then realization dawns on me.
I just talked back to Sanha. The first time I had openly spoken back at her, the first time we ever started arguing. Horror but intrigue fills me. What was going on with my mind this morning? I decide not to argue further and toss open the blankets. "Nevermind, I'm coming".
I open the door, not bothering to change, standing there in panda slippers, pale yellow pajamas, all clad and complete with bed hair. Sanha looks up from her phone and raises her eyebrow at me. "Wow, didn't even bother to change?"
I shrug and head downstairs, Sanha following behind. I pretend not to notice the peculiar look she is giving me. I grab two loaves of white bread from the cupboard and pop them into the toaster. While waiting, I take out the peanut butter and jam and slice up two strawberries and kiwi. I knew by heart what Sanha liked and preferred by now and I knew that as long as everything I made was in her favour, she was eating it. Passable.
The white bread popped out of the toaster and I took them out with a rag protecting my fingers from the still-hot toast and place them on a place. I know to trim off the crusts of bread the way Sanha likes it. Then I smear the peanut butter and jam on, placing the fruit slices elaborately along with the bread, in designs I enjoyed making, whether for anyone or myself, smear the jam onto the other half of the toast and place it on the finished sandwich. Smells good.
I set down the sandwich in front of her and she looks up. "I am not eating here. I'm going out in twenty minutes". She looks at me with this look. Not the type of look with her face all twisted, but only her eyes gave away any emotion. A look I can't place. Like she's waiting for me to respond and argue. But I don't. I take a brown paper bag from the pantry (save the turtles everyone) and place the sandwich carefully in the bag. Then I shove the bag under her nose in front of Sanha's phone, causing her to jump back a little, startled. Then she looks down at the bag then back up at me.
"Take it with you. You still have to eat breakfast. I don't care what you are doing but still, eat. Have fun. '' I sound so emotionless in my opinion, but I am too tired to care. Then I walk back up the staircase, not finding the urge to eat myself.
Sanha's P.O.V
Once Hannah had left, and I heard the door of her room close, I don't move. I'm honestly surprised and a bit took aback by this morning. The way Hannah acted and all. The first time where we argued about something. A conversation leading up to more than ...well.....mutualism. The brown paper bag is still lying on the table in front of me. I peek into the bag and the delicious smell of the sandwich floods my nose. It filled me with some sort of warmth. I mentally smile to myself. Hannah seemed to know what I liked and my favourites. That was something I didn't tell her. I wasn't used to complimenting others. I always had Hannah make my breakfast because I enjoyed it. It was yummy and it seemed to fill a little hole I never noticed in me that only Hannah knew how to fill. When our parents made them, I was just there on your parent's wishes. If I could, I wouldn't eat. That's what I did. Hide my emotions, rather than Hannah, who used to blab about her problems when she was younger. But now, I feel like she changed. She was hardly as open as she was before, I feel like we drifted apart and Hannah was shutting everyone out. I didn't want to try to intrude so I left her be. I had more important matters at hand anyhow.
My phone buzzes in my hand with a new message and I glance down at it.
Darren:
Be there soon cutie!
Me:
Aish, I'm not cute, how many times have I told you?
Darren:
Ten minutes!
I sigh. I stuff the sandwich into my bag and was about to leave when I notice the crusts of bread left on the slicing board on the counter, remains that Hannah forgot to throw out possibly when she left. Something unnerving ticked on my mind but I couldn't place it. Then I remember that Hannah didn't eat breakfast.
Did she ever eat breakfast when no one was there?
Beep.
Hearing his car honk outside, I open the door and race out without a second thought.
Hannah's P.O.V
I watched from the window. Watched Sanha run out with a smile on her face and open the car door of some guy that I didn't know. I was pretty sure that our parents didn't know either. I watched her get into the car. They immediately drove away at top speed like they were running away.
And suddenly, everything was back to normal again and the quietness returned. I retreated back into my little den and shut the curtains once again. The sun didn't deserve to shove the day in my face. I needed the calm Moon. Standing there at the windowsill, I almost remember how Kat used to stand there with me, and we would be chatting and laughing for hours. Those were the moments where I thought the sun will always shine down on me and lift up my world of happiness. How I never wanted it to end. Now I want nothing more than to crawl into a hole and hide forever in dimness.
The phone rang and Sanha went to pick it up. She didn't say anything, only slightly frowned for no reason and said "Hannah, someone called Kat is calling you".
Excited, I bounded down the staircase and snatched the phone from her, turning away, eager to hear about what Kat had to say. When she called, it was always something worth gossiping. "Hannah, you won't believe what just happened to me!"
"What? Do you want to come over and talk?"
"Oh yes, definitely, I am already at your front door! I can't wait!"
Startled I ran to the front door and opened it. There stood Kat in her bright glory, smiling eyes, curk smile, pale pink sweater over a simple white tank top, some gray leggings. She swishes in and practically drags me to my room, causing quite a ruckus. Sanha looked over, annoyed, but I stuck my tongue out at her as we go to our room.
"Don't mess up anything in my section, you wild animals!", I heard her yell. But I ignored her.
Annoying big sister.
We opened the door of the balcony and sat down in the chair. I came back with some bottles of milk and cookies and set it down on the small table, smiling. Moments like these were always enjoyable, and gossiping was worth a good snack to energize us. Immediately, Kat snatches up a cookie and makes dramatic arm movements. She told me all about that sophomore guy, Justin Foley, who was all over her last year- well not all over her, but bumping into her accidentally in the hallways and stuff. I mean, those were accidents right? - and said that he finally worked up the nerve to do more than being shy. He had asked her out to the prom next week and Kat said yes. She told me that she had to help her pick out the right look. We spent that day at my house giggling in the room, drawing doodles of mannequins and looks that would suit Kat in my notebook, and playing with her hair, taking ridiculous photos. At one point, we even snuck into Sanha's closet to see what outfits she had and found a midnight blue dress with a sash around the waist and a fake diamond flower pinned at the top of the shoulder, holding the design in place. When Kat put it on, I must say, though I will never admit it, that she looked KILLER. The midnight blue contrasted with the normal pale colours she wore, and it sort of did not look right with her hair, but when you saw those eyes, Kat looked entirely different, Like a whole evil glow up.
