Breathe

I've always been that good, little girl in school. The 'nerd' . Bullied. Be-friended. Replaced. I thought that was bad, but I never really knew what this terrible life would bring me until now. I was always told as a child "life is a gift, take it for granted." I actually believed it was a gift and tryed so hard to take it for what it was apparently worth, but I must have been a stupid nerd because life's not a gift, its a trap. It pulls you in and you can't do anything but wait for something good to happen. Which is pointless because nothing good will ever happen... WARNING: This story includes triggering and emotional scenes.

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4. Tears, tears and more tears

 

The school day dragged on as usually. First was maths, then English, History, Geography and Art. I like art, maybe its because I'm quite good at it. That's what people say, anyway. All of the lessons are slow then it comes to art which flys by, literally. I guess the saying is true.

 

It was raining as usually, it had been like that all day. Lashing it down like it would never stop. As I said before I don't mind it. When the school bell rang, I was probably one of the first out. Rushed out of the classroom, earphones in both ears, music turned up and out the doors I went. It takes at least half an hour to get home, probably the only quiet time I get since mum and dad have started falling out. 

I walk a different way home to everyone else, through the woods. I don't like being around other people. People say the woods are haunted and only weird people go in there but I know its not haunted I have walked through there for 4 years now and yet not one sign of haunting. Well, I guess I'm weird then. Ha, it's funny how people actually believe that rubbish. 

 

I close the gate behind me, I stop staring at the woods then carry on walking. I'm out now only a bit to go now. I want to get home but at the same time I don't. I want to be away from the shouting, the breaking and insults. 

I'm home, I close the gate hearing it's squeaky noise and walk up to the front door. Pulling out my keys I realise its already open and walk in. I pull out my earphones and turn off my music. 

"Hello? Mum, dad?," I shout to tell them I'm home, it echoes around the house. No answer. But I hear something, coming from the living room.  I walk in dumping my bag on the floor. I think its my mum.

As I walk through the door way I see my mother sat on her knees, hands over her face crying her eyes out. I stop in shock for a couple of seconds only to notice a load of bags surrounding her. Oh my gosh. My only instinct is to go over to her and cuddle. So, that's what I do. I tell her it will be al right what ever it is. She cry's all over my shoulder, my blazer full of tears. I make her a cup of tea, which calmed her down almost completely. After that she started talking to me, I needed answers.

"Is everything alright mum?," I say calmly trying not to set her off again.

She stares down at the table, with blood shocked eyes and mug in her hand. Until I finally get an answer. "It's - it's your dad, he umm he wants me out of the house, out of his ....... life." 

That really hit me hard. I felt like a wrecking ball had hit me right in the chest and I couldn't breathe. But I had to stay strong, in front of my mother. It was worst for her.

"Umm, I don't understand whaats going to happen then, to us? to me?," 

My mum paused for a second then went on, "well, he wants me out of the house and if I'm going, your coming too. I'm not leaving you here, no way."

"But, where will we go? We have no where to live?,"

She paused, staring into thin air for what seemed forever. It was that kind of pause that if there was a group of us it would be consisted 'awkward'. But then the words came out of her mouth, in the most serious voice I had ever heard my mother talk.

"We'll go to America."

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Authors Note:

:O I love using cliff hangers, hehe. Hope you like this chapter, more coming soon :)

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