WRATH

chapter 1

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"No!" I gasped for air, "plea-" my head was pushed into the water. I tried to grabbed the edge of the tub, trying to pull myself up but it was too slippery. She grapped me by my hair to lift my head above the water. "M-mom" I sobbed, weaving. "Please...stop...you-you're hurting me" I cried out

"I'm not your mother" she spewed looking me right in my eyes. "How could I be the mother of such an ugly, unlove creature" her eyes held nothing but hate and resentment. She grabbed me by my throat, squeezing it tightly.  " Die" she pushed me back to the base of the tub still squeezing my   throat. I squrmed, water spleshing about. I tried to push her away, to do anything, but I couldn't. I was weak. My six year old body couldn't foster enough strength. I couldn't breathe, it was excruciatingly painful, my lungs felt like they were on fire. I felt my body settle into the water. My eyes had been trained on my mother's black eyes all this while. She was smiling, she was actually smiling as she watched life exit her daughter. My eyes closed. Death.

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"No!" I lunged up from my bed, breathing heavily and tears running down my face. "It was just a dream" I kept repeating breathlessly over and over again hoping that I'd actually believe myself but I didn't.

I knew my truth, it wasn't just a dream. It had been a nightmare called my life.

My own mother did try to kill me. She tried to kill her six year old daughter. She almost succeeded, she was so close but dad stopped her and saved me.

I wish she had done it. Actually killed me. Then I wouldn't be so miserable.

I finally got up from bed, going straight to my bathroom and got ready. It was a school day, Monday to be precise.

Oh I hate school, so much, it's like a second prison and there I'm everyone's bitch.

Jeans, an oversized hoodie and boots, that's was my outfit of choice - actually that was my choice of clothing every single day and my black shoulder length hair was always parted at the middle to fall at the sides of my face.  I grabbed my backpack then walked out of my room then down the grand marble stairs. Then I went into the big chef's kitchen, greeted by the wonderful aroma of waffles.

"Morning Ms Ira" Isabel the women in her late 20s greeted with a smile, to which I just nodded in response. She was my chef, she cooked anything and everything I desired. "Breakfast?"

"No" I said grabbing a banana from the fruit bowl on the island counter.

"O-kay...as requested, a chicken sandwich" she handed me the brown paper bag which I recklessly stuffed in my bag. 

"You can cook whatever for lunch and dinner, I don't mind" I said walking away heading for the main entrance. The car was parked in front waiting for me, with the back passenger door opened. I entered and closed the door

"Morning Ms Ira" my driver who was already in the car greeted me, I just nodded back in response. On that accord he drove out of the estate.

I may have forgotten to mention that I live in a mansion by myself and that I'm loaded - well actually my dad is but it's the same thing, ain't it?

Yeah, I live by myself cause my dad's is scared of me. That's what I've been telling myself. The real reason, he doesn't want to be anywhere near me. He blames me for mom's death and rightfully so I might add.

I hated that woman with all my heart. So much that I watched her die, the thought of actually helping her never even crossed my mind.

'And you're just like her' 

No I'm not!

'Ugh! Denial, ain't it beautiful?' the voice in my head erupted into a maniacal laughter. 'You're miserable and hateful just like she was!'

I was starting to feel suffocated in my own head. I covered my ears failing to realise that I'd still be able to hear her - the voice no matter what I did.

'And you look just like her!'

No! No! No!

"No! I don't!" I did, I was a reflection of mom in her youth. That made me hate myself even more. Every time I looked in the mirror I was reminded of that woman who gave birth to me.

"Ms Ira are you okay?" My driver inquired.

"Stop the car." My voice was a bit shaky

"But Ms-"

"I said stop the goddamn car!" I spat, he followed my instruction and stopped the car on a curb. I grabbed my backpack, "I'll walk to school" I said opening the door.

"But Ms..." I climbed out of the car "...it's a long way-" then closed the door as he spoke, I wasn't at all interested in what he had to say.

I knew the way to school it was just a couple of blocks up from where I stood, I wasn't stupid. I had been going to this school for three years and this year was the forth - the final year before I could be free of this prison they called High school.

"Shut up!" My sudden out burst gained me a few stares from people as I walked past a couple of shops.

This voice! This goddamn voice was so loud, inhibiting any rational thinking, and taking over all thoughts. It's driving me crazy, to my breaking point.

I felt like everyone was staring and laughing at me. I had to get away from these prosecuting judgmental eyes. I ran. Running into an ally way. I thought I'd be alone, that I'd get the chance to clam myself.

I was wrong. Dismally wrong.

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Hi, I'm so excited to finally write out this story that's been in my mind for months now.
I hope y'all like it, fingers crossed.