Escaping the Shadows

Home is Hell

Jades pov

Heading home I was afraid. Afraid that my father was going to hurt me for being late. Ever since my mother was diagnose with cancer she can't do as much as she used to. I have to get home early so I can make dinner for my father and mother. If I'm late my father hits me. If I'm even lucky he's had my mother make food and sends me to sleep without haven to eat. So I starve, but I'm okay I've never liked to eat anyway.

I arrive to front steps of my house and enter to find my father asleep on the couch. My mother is no where to be seen. I go to her room and see her in pain, sleeping like she hasn't slept in days. I mean how could she. She has cancer and is scared every night that she'll die in her sleep. I know she can do it. She'll beat the cancer and survive.

Closing the door to my room I sit down on my bed and think about earlier. How I was able to stand up for myself from Michelle but can't with my father or accept the fact that I need help of my fear of men from the incident of when I was twelve.

I liked how Nick stared at me in Mr.Mackey's. But I hated how he enjoyed my anger. I hate that I have to help prepare prom decorations and Clean up after it. I can barely stand the people in a single class. So I'm not looking forward to meeting or should I say hiding from the people there. They'll just boss me around and make feel unwanted just as my father has done to me. Just like they all me.

I cry myself to sleep. Thinking about the problems that are constantly being thrown at me. My father. Who's never cared a single time in my life. My mother. Who's cancer is getting worse and my fear of her dying on me, leaving me with the monster my father is.

Nick. For staring at me making my anger come out into words and bringing trouble to the both of us. Although he was the one to cause it. Yet I always seem to blame myself.

Michelle.who I care less than anyone in this universe about. She's just a slut who thinks she can solve her problems by telling Ian about it so he can fix them.

I'm always wearing long sleeves to school hot or cold. It's always long sleeves. I wear them because of the bruises my father leaves me. And the cuts I make to myself. He's never cared about what I wore but he knew why they were always long sleeve.