STITCH ME UP

Author's P. O. V

The sun peeped into the room of a young lady and shown directly on her face. Feeling the light on her face she turned to the other side so as to get more sleep. But it wasn't long before the alarm by her bedside rang. Raising a sleeping hand up, she slammed the alarm off before nuzzling to sleep again. But who was she deceiving? If she got to work late the money would be deducted from her pay which was even little than chicken change.

Half groaning, she rose up from her bed and rubbed her eyes. They were dark circles around it and it was obvious she hadn't gotten any sleep. She looked unkempt, well very unkempt but that was going to change however once she got to the bathroom. She picked up her phone to check the time. She only had 30 minutes to prepare for work. She had best get started. She stood up from her bed and proceeded to the bathroom, the only bathroom in the apartment she shared with her best friend Mabel. She was going to be out any moment and she needed to be ready. She entered the bathroom and applied toothpaste to her brush and began brushing her teeth. Once she was done, she cleaned her mouth and said to herself what she always told herself every morning and has now become an habit. “ you can do this Amy, you can make yourself and your mum proud. You just need to hold on to that dream and never let go, no matter how hard it gets. You can stitch the torn pieces of your life” she muttered staring at the mirror.

Meet Amelia Kurt, the girl whose only dream is to become a well known fashion designer and is holding on to it as hard as she can.

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Note:: I'll be writing in the characters P. O. V now. It's my first time and I hope I did it well.

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Amelia's P. O. V

After brushing my teeth and subsequently taking my bath, I got out of the bathroom to prepare for work. I didn't have any special clothes to wear today so I just got into a T shirt and a faded jeans. Applying some lip gloss and powder on my face to hide my dark circles, I looked ready. I got out of my room and met Mabel at the door of her room, with a brush and towel with her. She yawned. “good morning ” I greeted with a smile.

“good morning Amelia” she answered. Stretching herself to her full height, she groaned. “oh my gosh, I'm so tired. I didn't sleep properly last night ” I smiled at her remark. I'm guessing she meant she didn't have her beauty sleep. “ well it's obvious to the person who didn't sleep at all” I put in. Mabel glanced at him as if remembering something clapped her hands. “ yeah... When did you get in last night”

“2.30 am” I replied, “ and I used half of the time to finish my pending designs.” mabel shook her head.

“you need to stop working yourself to death Amy , when will you have time for yourself? Look at you ... You like someone who got punished for stealing something in the market.” walking closer to me, she held my hand. “if you need anything, I'll be here to help. I'm your best friend ”. I smiled “ I know, but I have things to take care of and they are not your responsibility. ”

Mabel scoffed “ as if you're not my responsibility ”

“ I have to go now. Madame Truffaut will kill me if I come one minute late" I said as I wore my already tight shoes.

“ won't you at least have breakfast ” Mabel yelled

“i don't have time for that. Don't worry I'll survive ” Mabel pouted. you need to eat something... Put something in that empty tummy of yours”

I gave her a quick hug. “ I'll buy food on my way to work, don't worry ” I said trying to get her off my case. “as if you have any money " she muttered grudgingly. I smiled. It was a sad one. She was right, I didn't have any money except for a few pennies here and there. Most of the money I made last week was used to pay my dad's debt. Note that I said my dad's debt. That evil man deliberately owed a lot of people money so when he left us we would have a hard time surviving. That's why am hoping this week would be different.

I sighed and looked at my best friend. It's obvious she didn't mean any harm with what she said, but she isn't Amelia Kurt. She had enough to take care of herself but not another person, especially someone like me. “i said I'll be fine Mabel, don't you worry "

“OK. If you say so. But wait" Mabel went to into her room. When she came out, she was with an envelope. I knew what was in it, but I didn't want to collect it.

Mabel looked at me with those questioning eyes of hers and placed the envelope on my palm. “you're not refusing this. Keep it till when you think it's necessary. It's a gift." She said. I gave her a hug. One minute she was complaining, the next she was helping me out. And that's why I love her.

Pulling away from the hug, I smiled at her

“thank you..... Very much" I said.