Y/N POV:

I wake up slowly letting my eye’s clear even though there is not much to see nothing but white walls, white floors, white ceilings everything white and I hate it not just because I’m a teenager wanting to sleep, it, of course, being impossible everything begin white but I just find it an awful colour it was just so basic so blank of idea’s everything I knew was white all my life everything but peoples skin was white even the sky was a vivid grey all the time I look around my room to see what I expected the real source of my inability to sleep I fully sit up in my bed and look to my right to the other side of the room to see the other bed in my room well I have to be fair it is his room to Thomas played half falling out his bed one of his arms completely on the floor the rest of him slowly falling with it to the floor he was a thin boy and quiet tall compared to me and my family he had like me pale skin but everyone did but he had messy blonde hair quiet a regularity for boy’s but the main thing about him was that he was currently snoring his head of I probably should explain Thomas was the son of the other family in our flat uncertainly his parents where getting divorced so they had to have separate rooms now and by some ploy of the computers the room he now had to live in was mine it has been six weeks and I have had no sleep at all because he snores extremely loudly I know it’s not his fault but on top of everything sharing a room with a teenage boy and one that does that every night it’s just not what I need I pick up one of my pillows and throw it at him hitting his face he jumped and woke up slightly

“who…where…what” he said in slured words

“your where doing it again” I reply harshly

“sorry y/n I can’t help it” he says quiet apolagenicly

I didnt what to reply to him maybe I was begin mean to him he couldnt help it he did try but it was out fo his control I took these moments to look around the room it was big with two double beds seperated only by a small table in the centre with the window above it, it may be self explainiotry but everthing in the room is white and I mean everthing they only things in the room not white is me and Thomas I watch him as he sits up in his bed and yawns

“what day is it” he asks

“saturday"I relpy

"then why am I up” he asks rubbing his eye’s

“becuase I am and if I’m not allowed to sleep then your not” I reply soruly

“I said I’m sorry y/n I can’t help it you know it’s not my fault” he trys to say defencivly

“I know it’s not your fault Thomas I just dont like this new arangment” I say letting my anger fade slightly

“I dont like it either it’s bad enought to have my parents rageing world war six without having to share a room with a girl”

“hey” I said faking begin hurt by such a statment

“not that there’s anything wrong with you y/n I just dont like shareing a room with a girl” he said again trying to be nice yet defend himself

“I know I dont realy like sharing a room with you” I argue

“why what do I do” he asks

“well, you keep me up all night with your snoreing, youve only been here a few weeks and my room is already a tip, you leave your clothes everywhere, you just leave stuff lying around your just not an easy person to live with” I argue back

“I know becuse of your thing” he says acsepting my point

“yes my thing” I say turning to look out the window

“well it gives you something to do, to clean up after me” he joked

“but I’m not your maid” I laugh in return

“well I’m definatly not gonna do it, whats the time” he asks

“almost ten” I answered

“but I dont want to get up yet” he sighs collapsing onto his bed

“tough you have to it’s the rules…. but you know what go back to sleep” I say thinking about my statment

“why” he asks questionably

“becuase it’s funny to watch you get woken up ” I laugh

“it’s not funny it hurts” he defends refering of course to the process like allways if your not awake by anoncemnts time your shocked till you wake up I could hear the sounds outside the door that atleast my parents where allready up so I move my white sheets from me and slowly claim out of bed as I walk towards the door in front of me I pick up my white dressing gown and slip into it it doesnt really have much effect it’s mainly just to cover my shoulders and arms the rest of me is covered allready by my white pijama’s I look in the mirror by the door and grab a hair bobble I really am horrible to look at my skin is all pale and uneven my face is blochy and spoty and the less said about the rest of me the better I’m not exactly a thin girl but I’m not fat either I’m that middle I lazily put my long brown hair into a ponytail and then sigh just looking at my horrible self

“y/n” Thomas says from his bed I turn to see him he’s looking at me “you look loverly”

“lier” I reply as I walk out the door into the main part of the flat …