Everyone's Out to Get Me

The End Of The Beginning!

-Small TW: mention of suicide. It's not big but you never know.

A'IGHT! OH 'KAY!

Time to watch as my life falls apart.

"I'M HOME!"

"Where have you been?" Dad shouted. He looked angry, his usually soft face angled with hard lines. I would explain that but we're in a pickle juice, thanks God.

"I... don't even know how to respond. I skipped school today!" My ass is going to be grounded but... yeah, I won't finish that sentence.

"I know," Mom groaned. "The school called. Seriously, Sophie, you can't keep doing this." I did the cheeziest thing ever. I hugged her out of nowhere. She hesitated for a second but hugged back regardless.

"Is something wrong?" she asked softly. Ah, geez.

"Nothing. Just wanted you to know that I love you!"

"We love you, too," Dad answered. "But don't think you're getting out of this easy. You're grounded." A laugh sounded from the top of the staircase.

"Hah! Your little plan didn't work, Soybean." I stuck my tongue out.

"Amy, no eavesdropping." Mom scolded. She shrugged. Rude.

"How long is she grounded for?" Seriously, why's she so nosey?

"Three months."

"DEAL!" I hopped up the stairs. "I'll try not to worry you again."

Amy snorted. "I doubt it."

"Where's the trust, huh?" I rolled my eyes. Then I hugged her because why the fuck not, don't judge me. She's a fun brat to have around. Occasionally.

My parents gasped. "Ugh. What are you doing? I thought you were incapable of love." Amy grimaced.

"Fu- Rude!" Even though I don't believe in censors, I can't swear in front of my parents. They'll add months to my death sentence—not that it matters. "I may be emotionally detached but you're my sister and I love you!" Shoot me.

I swear I heard Dad whisper about getting me a therapist. He's a couple years late, but he's got the spirt!

"Stop being a werido," Amy groaned.

"No, you." She looked frustrated. I moved to go to my room.

"We're not done here, Soybean. We have to have a talk." Oh, fuck no.

"And we will." I smiled. "Later."

And then I took of to my room and started grabbing shit. Anything I could possibly die without. I doubt I can buy this stuff in Atlantis.

I grabbed a backpack and started shoving stuff in. A couple hoodies and jeans—elvin clothes were not it—my phone charger, Ipod... MY SEXY KITTY SOCKS.

Which were just regular yellow socks with purple cats on them but they're sexy because they're mine.

I reached to pull the socks when Marty rubbed his fur against my leg.

"Sorry, boy," I whispered. "Unless..." Do I bring the fat cat or do I not bring the fat cat? Fat cat fluffy. I had an idea.

Now I just had to hope they let me keep him in the house. Wherever 'the house' is going to be.

I walked to the door, backpack over my shoulder and Marty in my arms. This bitch is heavy but he's my last source of happiness here.

I looked around the room one more time, like a homesick five year old. Taking in the pale blue walls, the books stacked on every free surface and the yellow quilt mom made for me as a baby.