Chapter Three: Auditory Hallucinations Are Just Part of the Pain Celeste let out a loud groan of annoyance when she heard her phone alarm go off at six o'clock sharp. “Shut the fuck up. I promise I'll beat the shit out of you one day,” she murmured softly, her voice muffled by the fact that she was lying face down. She blindly grabbed the phone with her right hand as she felt around the surface of the nightstand next to her to turn it off. His high-pitched tone grated on her eardrums and she could already feel a headache coming on. It was too early for this bullshit. He finally managed to find his phone, turning his head slightly so he could look at the screen as he turned it off. To hell with Mondays. Not really, damn every godforsaken day of the week. He let out a deep sigh of frustration as he settled into bed with his face turned to the ceiling. His dark brown hair was disheveled and running everywhere. Most of it was returning to its natural state of being extremely wavy with a slight hint of curls. Normally she would have immediately jumped out of bed to tame her thick mane with a straightener, but now she felt too tired to really care. Celeste yawned widely as she began to roll out of the thick blankets and out of bed. She placed her bare feet on the cool wooden floor beneath her before gasping and bringing them back up under the warm blankets. Would five extra minutes really hurt anyone? She knew for a fact that her parents had already gone to work and that the only two souls in that house were her and her younger brother, Clark. He forced himself out of bed, quickly leaving his room. He had an hour to get Clark ready for school too. He shuffled down the hall, half-lidded... half-paper... disgusting pancakes!" he shouted from the top step before entering his bedroom, opening the door in case Clark needed her for anything. She sighed softly, walking to her closet and pushing the doors aside. “Now what to wear.” This was a constant dilemma Celeste constantly faced she only seemed to impress groups she didn't really classify herself with, it wasn't that she really cared, she just didn't appreciate the snide comments from her friends that only served to irritate her of course they would scold her and make sure she understood that hers looked. clothes was not something to be taken lightly he couldn't understand why the way she dressed bothered them considering she was the leader of the group left with..