Chapter 348: Eleven
There was one thing in the world that Eleven truly hated. That wasn’t to say Eleven didn’t hate other things. She found that she met the vast majority of things in life in a general state of displeasure.
Eleven hated mornings. She hated the evenings too, if just because it meant the next morning was going to be coming sooner than it was welcome. Eleven hated responsibilities and people and light and the sun as a general concept.
But, more than everything else, Eleven hated the part of the day where she had to get out of bed. It was always the same story. There was some job or another that was so important that it constituted Two dragging her — often kicking and screaming — out of the comfort of the sheets.
There were a bunch of other people that were more than capable of dealing with Two’s bullshit. But, for some godforsaken reason, he always decided that she was the one that had to get hassled.
Eleven made sure she voiced those complaints as regularly as possible to make sure the rest of the guild was more than aware of them. For some reason, it never seemed to work. All she wanted was a day or two where she could actually fall asleep without something going and ruining her peace.
She was fed up with bad days.
And, as of about one minute ago, today had become a bad day.
“I hope you trip and fall down a flight of stairs and bounce on your head every step of the way down,” Eleven said.
A hand gathered the thick strands of black hair that hung around Eleven’s face up and pulled them back, letting the hated light pierce into her eyes.