Insanity

Chapter 2

Just for your information , this chapter takes roughly a year and five months before the start of the story, around January. 

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XX Bean

1 year ago

Bee peered around her bedroom door, hearing the vicious argument between her parents. Their life had now become her soap opera.

They would scream at each other for hours about god knows what. Sometimes screaming about how they where bad parents toward her, and how she would never go anywhere in her life. All which was probably true, yet it never effected her all that much. 

Her parents weren’t always like this, she scarcely remembers a few moments of her early childhood when they actually had a family Thanksgiving or Christmas, or when they took family portraits. 

She can vividly remember only one moment, her parents building sandcastles with her at he grandmothers condo in Florida. Her mother nagging her about wearing more sun screen, and her dad looking for shells in the waves to top the sand castle. He came back with beautiful white sand dollar, and placed in on the front. 

She took that sand dollar home, and put it on her shelf above her desk. She set it away from most of her things, a special spot for it. She looked at it sitting there, still as white as when her dad found it. She listened to her dad scream and yell upstairs, bottes, lamps, glasses, or something was breaking. 

Now her life was spent in her room, invisible to her parents. She could get up and leave, and never come back and they wouldn’t notice. 

She stayed silent at her door, her mom’s sobbing and her dad screaming obscenities that the neighbors would surely report. 

Bee held her breath as her mother fled down the stairs and past her bedroom. Her hair, almost identical to Bee’s, in a frazzled mess and mascara running down her face. There were still traces of faint bruises along her porcelain skin. She was still beautiful in her eyes, even then. 

Her mom stopped dead in her tracks. She whipped around and burst into her room, fury in her eyes. Bee backed up into the corner of her bed, avoiding eye contact. 

“You.” Her mom whispered. “You know not to eavesdrop. YOU KNOW.” Her hand made contact with her face, waves of pain being shot up and down her entire body.

Bee refused to cry. She wouldn’t let her mother humiliate and torture her at seventeen. “I’m sorry.” was all she managed to say. Her mom’s familiar perfume stayed in the air above her as she backed away. 

Her mom still had tears spilling out of her eyes. She looked around Bee’s dark room and sighed. “Hope you learned your lesson this time.” Her mom turned to leave, stopping to observe the sand dollar. "I can't believe you kept this." She picked it up with one swipe of her arm, holding it in her bony hands. She tossed it up in the air, a horrifying tiny shattering sound filled her room as it made sharp contact with the floor.