Without Worry
Keeping my head down, I walk into the school, my bangs covering my right eye. Pulling out my schedule, I start to my first period, taking slow, even steps, counting each step as I go. Forty-six, forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-n… Before I can count another number, I’m on the ground. Looking up, I see a boy around my age bending down to my height, worry in his eyes.
“Hey, sorry about that... didn’t see you there. You alright; I can take you to the nurse?” He asks, checking my persona to see if I have any physical injuries. Shaking my head, I slowly get off the ground. Seeing me move, he puts his hand out, in which I, to humor him, take. Shaking my head, in indication to show I’m fine, I release my grip from his hand. Flipping …show more content…
Thank the gods my mother figure, from as far back as I could remember, was not home at the moment. Sitting down on the couch, I relax my tense shoulders, only for them to become tense once again from the banging of the door, not five minutes later. She stumbles in the livingroom, a string of powerful curses seeming to follow her every movement, invisible the the eye, but still known and present.
Looking at me with fire-filled eyes, she points to the kitchen the best she could while being intoxicated, “Why don’t you attempt to make use of yourself, and make me some food.” Getting up, I begin towards the kitchen, having to squeeze my way by her in able to get to my destination, hoping today would be different, in which to no avail. One minute I’m just walking by her, the next I have a numbing pain in my cheek. Breathing in a deep, exaggerated breath, I hold in the painful tears, and continue on my …show more content…
I slowly make my way around the corner, as if I’m trying to calm a beast that has awoken. She smiles a crooked, devious grin, hiding her hands behind her back. “I have a surprise for you, darling, sweet daughter.” She spits out the word daughter as if it were poison, making me flinch back, now fearing what is to come. She pulls out a small, black hand gun, pointing it directly at my chest. I freeze, now becoming scared for my life, I begin to back up, hitting the wall that was behind me. “I have been wanting to do this for years, but I’ve always been worried how, what’s the most painful way, if I do shoot or stab you, where? Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. But I now have it all figured out,” she twists the gun around, examining it as if a prized possession. Quickly getting an idea, I slowly reach behind me, shifting my bag inable to grab it. I grab my phone behind my back, quickly dialing the cops, and slipping it to rest in the gap between my back and my bag, so whoever was one the receiver could hear the conversation. “And when you were diagnosed with Aphonia, loss of ability to speak through disease of or damage to the larynx or mouth,” she drones on almost as if she’s heard it a thousand times. “You know we couldn’t take you in for your throat infection because we had to care for your brother, we simply did not have the money
Keeping my head down, I walk into the school, my bangs covering my right eye. Pulling out my schedule, I start to my first period, taking slow, even steps, counting each step as I go. Forty-six, forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-n… Before I can count another number, I’m on the ground. Looking up, I see a boy around my age bending down to my height, worry in his eyes.
“Hey, sorry about that... didn’t see you there. You alright; I can take you to the nurse?” He asks, checking my persona to see if I have any physical injuries. Shaking my head, I slowly get off the ground. Seeing me move, he puts his hand out, in which I, to humor him, take. Shaking my head, in indication to show I’m fine, I release my grip from his hand. Flipping …show more content…
Thank the gods my mother figure, from as far back as I could remember, was not home at the moment. Sitting down on the couch, I relax my tense shoulders, only for them to become tense once again from the banging of the door, not five minutes later. She stumbles in the livingroom, a string of powerful curses seeming to follow her every movement, invisible the the eye, but still known and present.
Looking at me with fire-filled eyes, she points to the kitchen the best she could while being intoxicated, “Why don’t you attempt to make use of yourself, and make me some food.” Getting up, I begin towards the kitchen, having to squeeze my way by her in able to get to my destination, hoping today would be different, in which to no avail. One minute I’m just walking by her, the next I have a numbing pain in my cheek. Breathing in a deep, exaggerated breath, I hold in the painful tears, and continue on my …show more content…
I slowly make my way around the corner, as if I’m trying to calm a beast that has awoken. She smiles a crooked, devious grin, hiding her hands behind her back. “I have a surprise for you, darling, sweet daughter.” She spits out the word daughter as if it were poison, making me flinch back, now fearing what is to come. She pulls out a small, black hand gun, pointing it directly at my chest. I freeze, now becoming scared for my life, I begin to back up, hitting the wall that was behind me. “I have been wanting to do this for years, but I’ve always been worried how, what’s the most painful way, if I do shoot or stab you, where? Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. But I now have it all figured out,” she twists the gun around, examining it as if a prized possession. Quickly getting an idea, I slowly reach behind me, shifting my bag inable to grab it. I grab my phone behind my back, quickly dialing the cops, and slipping it to rest in the gap between my back and my bag, so whoever was one the receiver could hear the conversation. “And when you were diagnosed with Aphonia, loss of ability to speak through disease of or damage to the larynx or mouth,” she drones on almost as if she’s heard it a thousand times. “You know we couldn’t take you in for your throat infection because we had to care for your brother, we simply did not have the money