I Was Alive When I Woke Up This Morning: PROLOGUE

Prologue

“Ow!”

I groaned as I grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling it hard just because I don’t know what to do with the pain anymore. I’ve had this pounding headache since, well…since I woke up this morning.

Great.

Wait... Great.

Great, indeed, is the word for my pounding headache. Now I don’t have to go to that dinner my mom was forcing me to go to. Yey!

I took my cell phone from the bed side table and flipped it open. 30 messages and 40 missed calls.

Cool.

I’ve never had those numbers of messages and missed calls before. I smirked as I opened the missed call list. All were from my mom, no surprise. She always does that, call me multiple times, when there’s something that I need to do...for her; but 40 is too much. The messages were from different people, though. But I chose to open my mom’s 11 messages first.

Is it that hard to just say ‘mom, I don’t want to go to the dinner’? was what the first one said. I rolled my eyes. I did tell her, millions of times, but she wouldn’t listen. Rather, she didn’t want to listen. Hmm, so much for that. The next message:

What’s your problem? Why aren’t you answering my calls? Are you rebelling?

Where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?

I frowned. Why did she have to send “Where are you?” multiple times? She could’ve just gone here, she knows where I live. I sighed as I read the next message.

Tell me where you are, I’m very worried.

Please tell me what I saw wasn’t true.

What was my mom talking about? I frowned, confusion filling my mind. Wait. I opened the first message again: “Is it that hard to just say ‘mom, I don’t want to go to the dinner’? “. What’s she talking about? The dinner hasn’t even happened, yet she’s already saying that.

My mom is sometimes weird; I hope she’s aware of that. I opened the next messages. “Where are you?”

Funny—she knows where I live, she has a spare key, and she knew that if I’m not at our house, I would be here. Why didn’t she come over? I shook my head then dialed her number.

“…please try again later.”

“Mom, I~” wait a second…

“…or out of coverage area, please try again later.”

I stared at my cell phone to see that the call had already dropped.

No…way.

My mom never lets a call wait for too long, not even when she’s in the shower or is very angry at the caller; she answers right away!

Something weird is going on.

“Ow!”

And my pounding headache is still present.