Mystery Argument

My life is shit...

"THAT'S IT , I'M DONE WITH YOUR BULLSHIT" i was yelling but I wasn't totally sure why or who I was yelling at "GET OUT OF MY ROOM" all I knew is that I was mad at whoever was across the room from me.

Once I heard the door open and close , my anger rose more but I was able to see properly again but I wanted to know who I was yelling at , why was I so angry? But that was yesterday and as my mother used to say 'i need to look forward and accept the past is what it is and I can't change it'

I walk out of my room , it's about midday and it's very bright outside. I'm tired and my throat is still sore so I go to get something to help the pain. I see my stepfather standing near the door of the kitchen , I've never liked or trusted him. I refuse to call him dad in any way , shape or form. My mother doesn't seem to care but my stepfather seems to have a problem with it but I honestly couldn't give less fucks.

I try to walk past my stepfather to get some water. "Samantha" I hear him say after I squeeze past him "Darrell" I say in return then I walk over to the cupboard to get a glass "I heard what you said to your sister last night" he says not noticing that I'm blocking out almost everything his saying "ah-huh" I say still mostly ignoring him

"Are you even listening to me young lady?" I flitch suddenly , feeling like I've just been stabbed. I turned around wanting to throw the empty glass I was holding at his stupid head "I told you not to call me that Darrell" I say almost cracking the glass as I'm holding it so tight " I'll call you whatever the fuck I want" he says stepping into the kitchen. I tighten my grip on the glass so much it cracks in my hand , I turn back to the countertop and place the glass down carefully before it shatters in my hand

"I just want you to respect my pronouns" I turn to face my stepfather "is that so much to ask??" I say slightly raising my voice "IS THAT TONE I'M HEARING YOUNG-" he began to tell at me "DON'T FUCKING YELL AT ME , YOU FAKE PIECE OF HUMAN SHIT" I yell back before he can finish yelling "SAMANTHA" I hear my mother yell as she runs down the stairs.

I know I'm fucked now , my mother see to be blind to every little thing that Darrell does and I'm absolutely sick of it. "Mother" I say straightening myself up "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO HIM!?" she yells as she reaches the kitchen door "I was just saying the truth mother" I say now walking back to my room upstairs not allowing her to say another word to me.

I gently close my door not wanting to make anymore disaster then I already have. I walk quickly to the edge of my bed and pull out my book then I open my book , grab a pen , sit on my bed and start writing while trying not to cry

'i hate this family , they never seem to accept anything about me. They make fun of every little thing that I do with my life , they hurt me to the point if my feelings being almost non existent. The only person I have left is my sister and it seems I've lost her too , she always comes into my room in the morni-'

My door suddenly opens , I close my book quickly and wipe the tears off my face and look at the door. I see my sister standing there , staring at the floor. "Oh...Ali" I say wondering why she came into my room with no knock or warning of any sort , "is it true?" Ali says not looking up from the ground like she was trying to hide her face. I get flooded with a wave of confusion as to what she's on about, "I'm sorry it what true?" In a tone that sounded very sarcastic. Ali looked at me , it looks as if she's been crying for an hour at least "you know what? Nevermind" and with that she turned , walked out and slammed the door behind her.

Off she goes , the only person I have left in this universe...gone with the rest of the shit I've lost , not really a suprise though. I flop back on my bed , close my eyes and suddenly remember something about the argument. I said that I was going to run away and it was going to run away and it would be entirely her fault. Who's her? Why did I blame her for my want to run? What could of possibly happened last night that made me say that?

Running away doesn't sound like a bad idea right now but where could I go? I open my eyes and pull myself back up. I have no friends , my family hates me and I hate my family , where else could I go? I could get an apartment...with the money I don't have. I'll just pack for the hell of it , I have nothing better to do. So I pull myself off the bed and start packing everything I own , which isn't much. Most of my stuff had been given to my younger sister , she was always the favourite.

So I pack everything I own in two bags , a suitcase and a backpack , and I placed them both in a corner. I sit back on my now unmade bed , no friends , a family I hate and barely any money to my name. All my stuff is packed and I'm ready to go but not yet

I need to do something first.