Upside Down

Story about a girl, who's life is not perfect but is better than most, until everything starts to go wrong. Broken down love life, no job and a sudden criminal conviction for a crime she did not commit leads Nysa Brookes into the arms of a dark and mysterious stranger. Can she turn her life around before time runs out?

Note: this story is incomplete, and has not been edited due to focus on other stories. Any tips and advice would be greatly appreciated.

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2. Falling Apart

        It was a lot louder today than most days had been. The window was still open; filling the room with the loud roaring of traffic that was building up outside the apartment block. The soft sound of the rain gently hitting the window made me calm and sleepy.  I sat up slightly in my bed; adjusting my pillows behind me when my eyes immediately locked on to my cheap, old laptop that was staring at me from my desktop. Aside from the small, wooden desk, there was a surprisingly large wardrobe that had to house both mine and Seth’s clothes and there was a corner table at the side of our bed which was now the home for my many boxes of tissues and a small lamp that runs on batteries; making my electricity bill a lot cheaper, you’d think. My laptop was haunting me. Enticing me to go and check my emails. I knew I had to check them eventually, but I knew what they would say and it was never positive. Despite my mental resistance, the laptop won and I slid out of bed and sat at my desk; waiting for the almost broken laptop to load up. It took so long it was painful, but when the laptop finally did load, I studied the picture I hadn’t long set as my wallpaper.

        It was a picture of me and my old best friend: Raven. We were very close back then and did everything together; but lately we seemed to have drifted apart. We had many great memories together, but the main one was the time when we used to go on our endless walks together. I remember when we always used to walk down a certain long path that was surrounded by very large trees. It was almost like a forest which was why we always walked through there in spring as we loved to hear the crunching of the leaves beneath our feet. It was quite a long walk, but eventually, the path lead to a large circular pond. The pond was a beautiful colour blue and it was a very pretty sight; especially when it glistened in the sunshine, so the long walk was worth it. I always go to the pond, not for the beautiful view, but to visit the contraption that me, Raven and our other closest friend Lucy, built. It wasn’t anything impressive as we were only about nine, but the memories it held for us made it a very special place. There was a small gap in the trees; in the shade but somehow the flowers still blossomed all around. It allowed a perfect view over the pond and when the sun went down you could see the beautiful sunset reflecting on the pond. What we built was some kind of swing that was surprisingly comfy, and hung tightly from the branches of the trees. The swing wasn’t the most appealing, but it was quite sturdy; sturdy enough to hold the three of us and that made us proud.

        My laptop buzzed suddenly and I was forced back into reality; leaving my memories in the past and reminding me of the reason why I came on the laptop. The buzz was a notification revealing that I had only two unread email. I was expecting there to be more, but thankful all the same. The first email I read was from Blake which was about the fifth email I’d received this week. The email just stressed about how I needed to be in work tomorrow as I have a new client that we can’t afford to lose. The other email was the one I dreaded most. The one that told me how poor I was. I stared at the figures on the screen in agony. My bank was almost empty and the first thought that came into my mind was that I wouldn’t be going food shopping any time soon. I continued scanning the figures when something caught my eye. On the twenty fifth of March -two weeks ago- a transaction of three hundred and fifty five pound was taken from my bank account; and then I noticed a pattern. On the twenty fifth of every month that same amount of money would be taken out. My mind was blank as I tried to work out what I was spending the money on and whether or not I had subscribed to something new and just couldn’t remember. Was I really drinking that much last week that I simply couldn’t remember anything? I’m not going to try and deny the fact that I drink a lot. It allows me to escape my poor situations and enter a fantasy world where I’m filthy rich and everything is perfect. At least that would explain why I’d forgotten something that big. As I sighed loudly, the door abruptly opened and startled me. My face must have still been a bit distraught because Seth suddenly asked, “What’s wrong babe?” I looked confused and a bit hurt. Babe? Since when has he ever called me babe? I quickly dismissed my paranoid thoughts.

“Oh, I’m just checking my emails. All done now though,” I replied with a sharp edge to my voice and shut the laptop with quite a force that I hadn’t intended. He smiled at me, though something inside me was warning me; telling me that it was all fake.

“You should get some rest,” he said before exiting quietly and closing the door behind him. I felt angry with myself for the thoughts that had arisen in my head and immediately felt the urge to go and snap myself out of it. As soon as I opened my bedroom door I heard the front door slam shut.

“Where’s he off to in such a hurry?” I said aloud looking very confused. I tip toed into the bathroom and locked the door behind me as if I wanted to keep my thoughts and feelings locked up forever. It was a very small and unpleasant bathroom with a dirty toilet that has to be flushed at least three times for it to work, an all in one bath and shower where the water would randomly turn freezing cold or boiling hot when you’re showering. And then there’s the sink on the wall, which I stood in front of now and stared into the mirror. It was a bit dirty, but I could still see my face in it. My long brown hair was a mess and my brown eyes were bloodshot. I run the tap; cupping the freezing cold water in my hands and throwing it onto my face. A shiver ran up my spine and I remembered that cold water was not helping my cold. The running tap water slowed to a dribble before stopping completely. I suddenly felt angry, but I realised my anger was only a distraction for the sadness I really felt deep down inside of me. It was as if running out of water was the catalyst to my pain and sorrow because all the feelings of sadness that I had locked away were now rushing to the surface. My eyes welled up and I tried to push back the tears. All these different emotions suddenly ambushed me and I felt trapped. I quickly went back to my bedroom and sunk down beneath the quilt on my bed. I squeezed my eyes shut as the tears rolled down my face and I knew I was hiding; hiding from the one thought that was racing around in my head and driving me insane. The thought, now a realistic fact, that my life is falling apart.

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