Chapter 2 Light To My Darkness

Chapter 1:

Celeste's POV:

Brrrrrrrr. Brrrrr. Brrrr...

What the heck is that sound and so early in the morning? Drowsy and angry I sit up and look for the source only to see it's my damned alarm. Did it have to ring so quickly?

Seeing the time, I ponder for a whole 2 mins why did I put it up so early, anyways... I don't have anything lined up. Then it hits me like a bullet train that today is the day. I can't be a slacker no matter how much my body persists otherwise.

Jumping into a quick shower, I hiss. Remembering that last night was not as per the expectations and had to take a brunt. Damn it... Looking into the mirror my shoulder is already purple. Making a mental note, that I need to drop it off at the clinic to make sure it was nothing serious. Sighing I wrap a towel around my body preparing myself for the nightmare glare and speech once the doc sees my shoulder.

Heading to the walk-in closet I pick the outfit that'd work best for today. Yup this'll work best! Plain black chiffon top with rolled up sleeves and cuffed halfway up and burgundy skinny jeans. I want to go with sandals but since I need to be practical, I go taupe colored closed small block-heeled shoes. Taking the shoes in my hand, I walk over to the vanity table and after brushing my hair I put them in a high pony. Hmm... I may need a haircut at this rate. It's already at my waist. That'd be the first time I have let them so long. Satisfied with my look I put on a natural shade of stay-on lip gloss.

Heading out of the room, I spot the head maid that has been working for me for a long time. She notices me and smiles softly, "Good Morning, dear. You're awake ahead of time. Should I prepare the usual? I saw the way you entered. Do you want painkillers till you drop off your younger brother?"

I nod, she's more than aware of my work and what it entails. But she's never asked and gets the work done as I ask. That's all I ask for. The heavenly aroma of breakfast enters the lounge and I smile. This couple is used to my routine more than I am. A few words and that's all they require.

Walking upstairs I knock on the door, "Owen, I am coming inside." Then knock 3 times more, harder. This is our way of communication as he has a bit of complication.

Taking a deep breath, I turn the knob to see that my little guy is already ready and playing on his laptop as always. He turns his head when a shadow is cast in front of him, and he smiles. Putting his laptop aside, he signs me, Good Morning, sissy and seeing my smile he comes over to hug me. Trying my best not to wince he notices something odd, so steps back.

"What happened, sissy." He asks, worried.

I smile and just shake my head, "Don't worry, Owen. I am alright. So, are you ready for 1st day of junior high?"

"As ready as I will be. It's not that I have a choice that allows me to skip school and be home-schooled." He sighs.

I laugh at his antics. I am truly lucky to have this little guy in my life. He is like the light to my darkness. He knows it as well but never takes it for granted. Sometimes, I'd wish he would. Then I may just feel a little less guilty than I do. But there is still hope that he can go back to how he used to be.

Owen may say that he's alright and is now used to hearing low to no sound. He is simply happy to be alive and living happily with me. But it breaks me knowing that he's like this because of me. Yes, he was just a regular kid before the accident. It greatly affected his hearing. The docs are saying that if his recovery stays at the pace it is with minimal pressure, he would be able to go under surgery within a year and 95% chance he'll be able to hear again.

But he's had to endure 3 years of nothing but pain. I could do nothing but stand by his side and hold his side. He would endure it, smiling at me, telling me silently it'll be alright. We'll get out of it together.

I am knocked out of my thoughts when I feel a kiss on my cheek and I see Owen smiling at me, "Don't worry! You'll start looking like my mom instead of my beautiful sister at this rate."

His attempt at humor makes me as well. Putting my good arm on his shoulder we head downstairs where the breakfast has already been served,

"Damn! I don't what we'd do without you guys keeping us in line and making sure we don't starve to death." The moment he takes a bite of his food he groans and speaks.

I laugh and the couple which consists of Mona and Edwin smile at him.

Dropping off my brother at school and I head to meet up with the principal to make sure no one and by that, I mean no one messes with my little bro without bearing in mind the consequences. The man looks in his 40s or something and looks as though he's seen a ghost. Hmm... I have yet to introduce myself so what's spooked him? Looking behind him I see the reason for him being spooked. If I wasn't what I am. I may have been scared of this guy like him His name alone invokes fear but anyone who sees him would be more scared.