Left To Survive

II

5 PM

꧁ Yara ꧂

I reached my hand out for the handle of the front door. I hesitated. Maybe I should go for a walk before walking in the house? I'd simply drop my backpack in my room and then get back outside while it was still light out. For now I didn't want any more problems or drama. I hoped my mom wasn't home though... As usual, my dreams were shattered as I heard her loud voice from the moment I opened the door. She was yelling at someone, probably at Aaron, my brother.

Silently I took my shoes off (to not make any more sound, see I was smart like that) and got up the stairs. I managed to get into my room and let the heavy backpack of my back. School really wanted their students to develop back problems in our old age hm?

I turned around to leave the house again and saw my mom standing in the doorway. "And you don't even say hello to your mother anymore? I didn't raise you like this," she told me. "I am sorry, I heard you were pretty busy with Aaron, I wanted to tell you when I'd go back downstai-"

"Oh don't come with your excuses at me now, I know you don't love me" She kept staring at me. I never know what she expects me to say, like... No? I don't? So I stared back at her. And she still kept staring at me, so I asked her what's the matter. She just turned around and mumbled some stuff I couldn't understand. I shrugged my shoulders and went downstairs too. She saw me leaving the house again and went: "And where do you think you're going? I made soup for everyone it's going to be your fault that we'll eat cold soup if you make us wait until you've come back from i don't know where. Stay here." I felt rage coming up in me. So what if the soup got cold? I'd rather eat alone anyways. I just didn't answer and left the house, hearing her shouting in my back, but oh well, problems for later.

I took out my earphones and put on some rock music. What the hell was my mom's problem? Like couldn't she even chill for literally one second? Always so pressed, getting it out on me... She didn't seem to think I have feelings too, hm? Well I do. If only she knew how much she hurt me, and what kind of person she's turning me into... Even then, I don't know if she'd be any different. I keep acting strong, as if I don't care, but I keep crumbling apart, and I know it. There's only a few things now that keep me going, and if I lose those... I'll lose myself. I put the music louder, to escape from my thoughts.

I had to decide where I'm going. I could go to the park, maybe call Alisha, she could always cheer me up somehow... Or I could go to the skate park, I heard some friends were going there after school. Both sounded appealing. I could already see that it's getting darker though, walking home alone in the dark isn't safe, so skate park it is. I could ask someone to walk me home then.

I crossed the street and barely moved away in time before crashing into a car. The car passed me in a rush. I didn't hear it coming because of Green Day in my ears. In shock I stayed still. How bad would it be if I hadn't moved in time? I could feel my body start shaking. Just great. As long as I didn't get a panic attack right now, I'm really not in the fucking mood. I keep on walking, although it seemed harder, but I was almost at the park. I'd feel better for sure when I'm there.

Arrived at the skate park I squinted my eyes looking for my friends. After standing there for a whole idiotic minute I could finally see them sitting around like a sack of potatoes. That's my peeps. A smile appeared on my face as I approached them. "Hey dumbasses, missed me?" They looked up and all greeted me, and I sat down next to them.

"So, no skating today? Usually y'all are unstoppable" I said.

"Nah," said Greg, a tall and clumpsy guy with long blonde hair and a nose that once got stuck in a car? I think? It would explain why it looks so crooked. "Cas just told us how his dog died, we're sharing one to show our respects" and he held out a package of cigarettes in front of me. I picked one and light it up with my fire. I let the smoke fill my lungs and slowly breathed it back out as if my anxiety leaved too. "I'm sorry, Cas," I said, holding up my cigarette, "my deepest condolences for your dog." And I heard my friends softly answering "cheers" and "hear hear". As we all took another blow. I smiled again. These idiots somehow captured my heart.

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Aaaaaand chapter 2 :)
Now I've introduced y'all to the two main characters of my little story :3
I was kind of calming down from a panic attack while writing this so if it's full of shit, welp deal with it