The Butterfly Project (Student/Teacher)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

            It was unfortunate that it was the weekend. Now, I wouldn’t get to see Mr. Marks…now I sound desperate. Why am I so obsessed with him? Did I really have a crush on my teacher? Although, it seemed he liked me too. I rolled out of bed and looked at my clock, it was 11 in the morning, and I figured my mother and father were downstairs making their lunch or something I felt really horrible not eating with them, but I slightly didn’t care. I walked slowly down the stairs and into the living room tying my hair in a loose ponytail.

            “Well good morning sleepy head.” My mother said sitting in her chair with a coffee cup in her hand.

            “Hey, where’s dad?”

            “Your father and Mason went to go pick up his car, they called and said it was ready.” I sat on the couch perpendicular to her.

            “Oh, I can’t believe Mason is up before me.” I joked.

            “Me either. How are you this morning? Do you want anything to eat?”

            “No, I’m good for now.”

            “Hm, alright, well how have your first 2 days of school been?”

            “Alright, the same old thing, I guess.” I stated.

            “So you don’t have any new friends or a boyfriend yet?”

            “No.” She asks that every year.

            “Still just Naomi?”

            I nodded, I hated when she tried to make small talk about my personal life.

            “Yeah, so when did dad and Mason leave?” I tried to change the subject.

            “About 10 minutes ago, honey, can I ask you a serious question?”

            “I guess.” Oh boy.

            “How are you really doing?”

            “Mom, I’m fine.”

            “I worry about you Leah, ever since last summer you have acted so different.”

            “Well, you don’t come out of a mental institute unchanged in some way.”

            “I feel bad for sending you there but I had to, I didn’t want your eating to get out of hand.”

            “It wasn’t…”

            “Honey, you were nearly anorexic. I just worry about you, I am your mother.” I nodded…this made me so crazy. I wish she would just stop. I wanted so badly to run upstairs and blade away but I figured it would look too suspicious. Although I knew that if I didn’t do something I was going to have a panic attack.

            “I’m seriously fine.” I got more anxious.

            “Maybe you should eat something, you picked at your dinner last night you must be hungry.”

            “Mom, seriously stop.” I was getting slightly aggravated. Why was she hounding me this morning?

            “Well you need to eat Leah. I don’t want to have to have you go away again.” She sounded like she was about to cry. Without another word I flew up the stairs and locked myself in the bathroom and took out my blade, which I constantly kept attached to my leg, and I tore my sweat pants down and started scraping away all over my legs and down to my knees. It looked horrible, like some animal attacked me, but I felt so much better. I caught up with my breath and I looked back down at my legs, some looked like cat scratch and others looked so jagged and angry. I wiped the blood away with paper towel slowly.