When She Left So Did I

Chapter 3: People's Pity Sucks

I eventually fell asleep after that pitiful nightmare. I woke up around 11 and I decided to get up and go for a run. I didn't have to worry about my younger sister Lucia. Lucia was my 8-year-old sister. She is currently with her father and has taken my mother's death way better than I have. She can drive me crazy but I love her to death.
I picked out a Nike hoodie and black sweatpants and jumped into the shower, after 45 minutes I was out of my house. I ran for about 30 minutes and started heading back home.
When I got close to my door I noticed my grandmother talking to my neighbor and her 17-year-old daughter. I went up to my grandma and gave her a hug. I turned around and my neighbor give me a sympathetic look But her eyes screamed pity. So did her daughters. I didn't think much of it as I went inside with my grandmother.
I spend some time with my grandma and we talked about some things. When it was time for her to leave I walked her out and went back inside.
Just as I was turning away from the door there was a knock. I opened the door to see my neighbor's teenage kids holding out a skateboard. I look at them confused Until one of the boys steps forward. "We heard what happened to your mom and we know you are learning to skateboard so we got you this as a gift and as a distraction." I looked at the other three kids in front of me that stood there staring at me with pity-filled eyes. "Thanks, you didn't have to get me anything but I appreciate it." "It's no problem we're here if you need anything." He shoots me smile and I do the same and we say our goodbyes. It was 4 in the afternoon and I decided to watch a movie. But first I was going to clean myself up because I was still dressed in my workout clothes.
I showered and sat down to watch the movie. About halfway through the movie, there was a knock on the door. I got up and opened it to see my neighbor with a tray in her hands. "Hello Kamila, I just made you some pasta and came to pay my respects".
I internally sighed. "Thank you so much that really wasn't necessary."
"Well of course it was. I know what loss feels like and no one likes to be alone during times like these. You are so unfortunate."
I was getting angrier by the second because this was all clearly out of pity. If there is something I despise it's pity. People look at you as if you are some weakling that needs help and decides to try to quote on-quote help by feeling bad for you.
"Yeah, I guess but I'm fine," I responded to her
"Well anyways we will be praying for you and I know you will feel alone without your mother's warm embrace-"
She saw that her comment made me shift gears. I was angry and felt like crying and being with my mom.
"Ms.Hernandez thank you so much for the pasta and for your help." I made air quotes with my fingers as I said the word help. "But I am not very hungry and I'm busy at the moment so I will see you tomorrow." I gave her a fake smile and closed the door without another word.
I went straight out to my backyard and didn't even bother putting my boxing gloves on. I just started hitting the punching bag harder and faster until I started to slow down and began to cry.
I let my body fall and I sobbed. I looked at my hands and my knuckles were all bloody.
I went inside to clean my wounded hands. I started cleaning off the blood and as I put on the ointment I felt instant pain and I screamed at the top of my lungs, "I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE!!!"

I was tired of everything, I just want the pity to stop.

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