Chapter 6: Punishment

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I walked through the front door, completely oblivious to anything else until I heard my mother scream.
"ROSE. MARIE. JAMES."
Oh no. I forgot about her. I tried to go straight to my room.
"Oh no mam. You didn't even tell me where you were going! Why did you sneak out this morning?! What were you doing??"
I stopped. "Nothing... I'm sorry."
My mom grabbed my wrist.
"What do you mean 'nothing'?! Where were you?!?"
I winced, hoping she wouldn't notice.
"I was just...on a date.."
She was more Angry than I had ever seen her. "WITH WHO?"
"No one...." I replied. I didn't want her to somehow hurt Riker. Then she slapped me.
"I'm tired of all your lies!! Sometimes......" She trailed off.
"Sometimes what??!" I yelled at her.
"Sometimes I wish you would never have been born!!!!" I started crying. Little did she know, I had wished the same thing countless times before.
She grabbed my wrist again, dragging me to my room. "You aren't coming out of your room until I get some answers, young lady!"

She slammed the door. I sat against my bed and started crying even harder. Why did this have to happen to me? Why couldn't I just have a normal family? I got up and went into my bathroom. I searched the drawers until a found what I was looking for. I was a few weeks clean. I couldn't ruin that, could I? What would Riker think of me? My moms words echoed through my head, "Sometimes I wish you would've never been born."
"I'm sorry, Riker."
(Warning: self harm)
I quickly made one small cut on my left wrist. I closed my eyes and made a few deeper ones. I sat on my bathroom floor for an hour, just crying my eyes out. Once the bleeding stopped, I ran my wrist under cold water. the only though running through my head now was,
"What would Riker think of me?"

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