Healing Holloway

CAMILLA

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My hands brushed the floor and slid to the side of the radio. Sighing with satisfaction, I proceeded to find the volume button and pressed it till I could no longer hear myself breathe.

I turned, face up, my legs dancing in the air as I sang along to the song on the radio.

"Call me, irresponsible.."

I turned sideways, my left hand clung to my chest dramatically as my eyes widened, I shut them and frowned.

"Call me, unreliable.."

I sat up, throwing my hands in the air and moving my head sideways with so much force my loosely fixed hair pin fell off.

"Throw in, undependable tooooo...." I screamed, stretching the last word dramatically. I knelt on the bed.

I continued to sing while running my hands all over her my body dramatically, moving my head from side to side while imagining I was a rockstar vixen in a hot music video.

Suddenly, my song stopped.

"There is, nothing that I won't do to..." There was a short pause. i frowned when I realised I had been singing alone for more than thirty seconds.

"Oh for the love of..."

The sight of red flip-flops beside the radio stopped my statement. To be honest, it was not the flip-flops, but the person whose feet rested in them.

"Urghhh!"

I fell back to the spring bed, the poor thing squeaked under my weight and I frowned.

"Stupid mattress" I cursed aloud.

I was not even allowed to wallow in self pity in peace!

"It's had enough of you, and frankly so have I!" The lady standing beside my bed spoke. I sighed and turned to her.

"What do you want?" I asked, my lazy eyes looking up at my older sister. We had similar brown hair and odd brown eyes. One that looked more transparent than brown, almost like you could see through the eyes, into whatever lay beyond them.

"What do I want?" She repeated, appearing thoughtful.

"Let's see, how about you stand up and try to make yourself useful around here?"

I pouted, rolled my eyes and folded my arms under my breasts as I sat up.

"I am a certified psychologist, a mental doctor, you don't speak to me like that."

Tehilah's eyes darted around my small frame with disgust. I sat nonchalant on my small spring bed, in a lose grey sweater that made me look more pale than I really was. The matching sweatpants I had under the sweater did not make me look any more pleasant or less depressing.

"You know, I wonder how you managed to fix people's mess in the past when you're a huge pile of mess yourself."

I sighed once again. my eyes met my sister's furious once in a calm gaze, one that infuriated Tehilah all the more.

"It's more of a practice-what-I-say-and-not-what-I-do profession."

"These bills won't pay themselves Camilla."

I replied with a snort. I turned over and placed my feet on the ground.

"I don't know what you want TT"