My Death Note

Chapter 2

Thursday, April, 10th 2018

I woke up the next day still in the same chair except she had loosened my restraints and was nowhere to be seen.

I looked over to my arm to see that the belt was still there on my arm.

I looked at where she had put the needle to see the mark was turning a prominent green shade against my dark skin.

I got up from the chair stumbling as I walked down the hallway to my bedroom.

I looked at the clock on my wall, it was 10:55 am. Five minutes and it would be lunch. I have time.

I quickly wash my face, brush my teeth in a hurry to get to school so that I can leave this horrid place.

I got a durag and put it over my disheveled hair and grabbed my jacket to cover the mark on my arm and headed to school.

At school I’m the outcast, I sit by myself and mind my business. I do want to make friends but since it is late into the year everyone already has their own cliques.

It’s the end of the school day, while everyone is rushing to get home I try to be as slow as possible.

I don’t want to go home.

I don’t want to face my mom after what she did to me.

I took the long way home, hoping that when I reached the house she would be asleep and won’t notice my existence.

In front of my house I wished that the walk could have lasted longer. I turn the nob and enter quietly. I look to the couch to see her sleeping and let out a sigh.

As I walked to the stairs I heard shuffling footsteps. I looked back around to see my mom up and walking closer to me.

“Oh so you want to sneak around now eh!” she said. “Where were you?” she said walking to the kitchen.

“ I stayed behind at school to study” I lied. I was almost halfway up the stairs before I felt a hand on my leg that sent me tumbling down the stairs.

“You think you can lie to me. I see you didn’t learn your lesson from last time” she says while hitting me with a wooden spoon she got from a cupboard in the kitchen.

She begins to drag upstairs back to the other bedroom. Just as she enters the room I kick her with all might. I get up and sprint to my room locking the door. I hear pounding on the other side, along with threats and curses.

Finally, it was quiet. I went on my knees and looked under the crack in the door to see if she had really left. She was in the other room getting high again.

I looked away in disgust.

Suddenly I was overcome with tears.

I started sobbing.

I didn’t want my mom to live her life this way, but I had no say in it. I couldn’t stop her and that hurts me the most.

I just want my brother back.