The Safety of The Bathroom

The Safe Place

They screamed, "WHY? WHY? WHY? why? why? why?"

Tears filled my eyes. I couldn't think nor move. I shaked and teared as they screamed. Then, I ran  into the safe place, formely known as the bathroom. Shaking...he appeared. Sam, my best friend, my older brother figure. They say he wasn't he real, but he was real to me. Blonde haired, freckled, about 5'2, wore a red shirt and jeans. His presence was enough to make me stop shaking, and to get up and get a piece of toilet paper to wipe away my tears. 

I sat against the walls, and proceeded to space out. I could hear the two arguing. 

I thought, "It's all my fault that Mama and Papa are arguing. Why do I have to be like this? If I just dissapeared they would be happier."

I sighed and layed on the wood floor, of the bathroom. I tried to sleep...to make the time pass. I couldn't, and Sam had left. Sam was a great friend, however, I was always confused when looking at him. A blur was behind him...it was in the shape of a human. Was it a shadow? Was it a ghost? Who knows...

I found a pen and I got out a magazine. I went through the pages of science kits and doll clothes, they all seemed amazing. I drew stars along the pages, and read the articles. I spent my time doing this...I had gone through all the christmas presents, all the halloween costumes, all the recipes, and all the athletic wear.

 I started to get bored, but I was scared. I didn't want to go out...what if they start yelling again. Somehow, I had fallen asleep and slept on the hard wood floor for a solid 30 minutes. It had been probably been enough time for them to not start yellling again, 20 minutes is enough right?

I left the bathroom, and checked the oven across the hallway. I sighed, I saddened. 5:40pm it read. Five-forty f*cking pm. I had gone into the bathroom at 1:30 pm. My parents didn't check on me...for more than 4 hours. I thought, "I'm in 2nd grade! Usually...they would ch-ch-check on me."

I held in my thoughts, they would be mad if I cried either way. I hated when they were mad at me. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it.

I walked into the kitchen, to get a glass of milk. I saw a bottle...I couldn't read it...I just saw the toxic sign. The little sign on bottles that tells you if it's toxic...I'm alone I thought. I'm alone for a bit. They can't stop me. I would be relieved of all the pain...I wouldn't cry...everything would stop. Before I could open the bottle, my mom came. She had to take the potatoes out of the oven.

(PS: To this day. I have to say, that saved my life. Yes...I was in 2nd grade...but that saved my life. If I drank that I would have had to go get a surgery for my intestines...but since I was little that could kill me. I guess...miracles do happen.)

I quickly drank my glass of milk, and ran downstairs. I was going to watch Jake and The Neverland Pirates, since it was on right now. It was one of my favorite shows. I went to go watch the show...the day ended like anyday after that. However, I wouldn't really count it as a happy ever after...