It’s Just Easier that Way

The cold soothing breeze flowed through my open windowsill.

Who opened my window?

It was you stupid

Short-term memory, forgive me!

As it caressed my back and cheeks, I sank into my fluffy bed mattress, surrounded by my army of pillows, a white flat pillow under my head and an octopus pillow in my arms, just as I like it. A smile lights up my face as I cherish the relaxing cool vibe, plus I always love to stay still in silence after I have woken up, without any disturbance.

You just admitted that you are lazy, in other words, Jade.

What is wrong in admitting it?

And this was the moment when I made the stupid decision of turning around; as I turned around, I made another stupid decision of opening my eyes.

Is any decision that you make not stupid, Jade?

My eyes fluttered open when the sunlight started to glare my being to the core. Who the hell allowed the sun to go sunshining in the morning!

And just when things couldn’t get better, the demon child barged into my room shouting at the top of her lungs, lunging on my bed, and shouting close to my ear, “Get up sleepy head,” she screamed and apparently pushed me off the bed laughing her lungs out while watching me struggle to get up.

“What the hell do you want, demon child?” I asked in a tone as if I have a copyright on irritation.

“Nothing just wanted to annoy you a little.”

“Oh, I didn’t know you had a death wish today.”

“You can’t kill me, Jade, get over yourself.”

“Too late, I already decided how.”

“And how is that?”

“I’m going to kill you in your sleep, or probably pray that you choke on the spaghetti that you’re gonna have for lunch today,” I said with a face full of attitude and an eyebrow raised to get June, my stupid 14-year-old sister, at the edge.

Her face was full of fury. I could see through her soul trying its best to get back at me with an appropriate comeback. And then she decided to play the most sibling sabotaging card, “Mom, Jade just kicked me, on my face.”

She grinned, harshly rubbed her face red and sprinted out of my room while I grunted at how pathetically I started my already feeling-low day.

Oh! And I forgot to mention that other thing — it’s just the voice in my head that just doesn’t seem to shut up.

I’m right here, Jade, you might wanna reconsider your choice of words.

You’re her, I’m her, me’s you, you is me … how do I even shut this thing?

You can’t. Deal with it!

‘Ughhhhhhh … ’ I muttered in exasperation to myself and entered my bathroom.

After brushing my teeth and washing my face with cold water I went to the kitchen for some breakfast.

You mean lunch.

Umm … no I don’t ....

I could literally hear my head laughing at me.

As I entered the kitchen, I saw mom and dad sitting on the kitchen stools and June lying on the couch,

“Morning guys,” I said.

“Afternoon Jade,” Mom replied sternly.

Dad passed me a smile.

I glared at June for waking me up. I didn’t have school today, so I wanted to peacefully just lay in bed and sleep. “I must have slept through my alarm guys, sorry,” I said as I went to make a cup of coffee for myself.

You mean your imaginary alarm …

Shut up!

“It’s okay buttercup, your dad and I will be having a late shift at the hospital today, so you girls have dinner and go to bed. We’ll see you in the morning, alright?” My mom said.

My mother, Sydney Harris, is a tall, lean woman in her forties, the sweetest person I have met and the best mother anyone could have and my father, Michael Harris, who is quite tall and a robust man in his forties. He is a disciplinarian but not in the house … because that’s mom’s territory. Both are doctors by profession.

June Harris, my younger sister and a complete catastrophe, is 14 years old and a pain in my ass since the day she was born. I even asked mom if we could exchange her for someone quieter.

Mom had said … no.

“Yeah, fine with me,” June replied to mom as she browsed through her phone looking at petty things on social media and wasting her time doing something she’s best at.

“Why can’t you send June over to someone else’s house? I can’t handle this demon child mom!” I grunted.

“Girls stop it, one more fight and you both are grounded until you get married.”

This time Dad too glared at us. He is the cooler person of the two. But he is firmer in his decisions too, I know that for sure. Oh, and trust me, this time he wasn’t lying. He wouldn’t hesitate to ground us until we were like 97 years old.

And the fight he just referred to was when June and I broke our bed. Well! It was June mainly, she annoyed me so much that I slammed her against the bedpost. But she was no less. She hit me with a bottle on the head making me groggy and I stumbled and dropped the glass vase and the painting that was loosely hanging on the wall. It was indeed a nightmare for mom and dad.

June hollered, “Why can’t you go to Emily’s?”

I grimaced, “ … because If I leave you here alone, you’re going to set this place on fire and probably end up losing your part of the will to repairs. I’m doing you a favor here JayJay,” I retorted drily.

She glared at me and again shouted, “Mom,” with a lot of annoyance in her voice.

“Mom,” I mimicked her and grabbing a mouthful of crackers from the kitchen counter, I stomped off to my room. This made dad laugh and he immediately put a hand on his mouth to hide it as mom glared at him.

And the girl whom June mentioned Emily Bennet, she’s my best friend since we were born, and had been practically inseparable. Her parents are doctors too and she has the privilege of having no siblings. We both live with our families in New York, her house is just a block away. Emily and I are as thick as soul sisters. We back each other up in every right and wrong. We trust each other and swear a thousand times to be inseparable.

And coming to the voice in my head, well that’s just me, I guess.

Yes, it’s you, not your neighbor dumbo!

And it’s back again.

I think I should name it something.

   How about Jackie?

Nah too ninja kid-like!

   That’s rude.

Okay what about Candice?

   Nah too white girly.

Um okay,

   What about Darcy?

Too nerdy I ain’t feeling it.

   All right, shut up.

Calm down!

   Lia, it is now shhh…

YOU DID NOT JUST SHH ME!