Chapter 7

Crissy’s Point of View

I woke up feeling tired, like I hadn’t slept well in days. It might be the fact that I did go to sleep after twelve. Why do I torture myself like this? I jump out of bed and realising I smell as if I had just rummaged through a trash bin. Grows. I quickly jump into the shower; I went downstairs to make breakfast.

Grabbing the eggs and the bread out of the fridge. Taking out the bacon from the freezer. Throwing the bacon into the microwave and turning it on defrost. Placing the bread into the toaster and Starting with the eggs. The microwave rings and the sizzling of the oil in the pans sounds through the house. The entire house smelt like bacon.

While busy making breakfast, I cut my finger while cutting the cheese. Shit! I quickly look for a band-aid. At least it isn’t that deep that I need stitches. Opening drawer after drawer. I couldn’t remember where I had placed it. Little spots of blood drips onto the floor.

“Thomas, breakfast is ready!” I screamed fro