Chapter Two: Crazy
{Recap}
Entering the rustic old 70s building, the bricks collided with each other showing off its lack of design and construction. Hiding my face from surrounding people I pull up my hoodie over my untidy hair trying to make myself stay hidden from the distant stares and rumours that spread like wild fire.
Suddenly the warm breath prickled behind me, shivers ran down my spine. They thought it was fun tormenting me it wasn’t enough for them to see how I got abused by my father. The bruises and cuts were enough to see that I got hurt but no-one cared for my feelings because of a one-time thing that ravaged my relationship with my father, the only family I had left and school which basically was my second home.
‘What do you want?’ I asked harshly as I insinuate the irritation in my voice, standing there strongly or pretending to be. I waited for the uncivil comment to come spitting back at me. ‘Come on say it!’ I yell out strongly while I clench up my fist into a tight ball, my patience was unbearable right now.
‘Hmm let’s take this—“ The irritating voice of Jenny spoke but she didn’t quite finish her comment until she unexpectedly takes off my hoodie making me turn to face her with a face full of anger and impatience. ‘Rag off.’ She finished her sentence as she quickly gave me a sly smirk. My hands were clenched so tight, I could throw one vehement punch and she would fly across the floor. But I couldn’t. Not with everyone hating me even more than they already do, I’d get more harassment from former students and teachers than I already have been getting.
Shrugging it off I turned away from the face I loathed so much and started walking away. No point in fighting Lennon. I thought to myself trying to persuade myself not to turn back and just hit her so she knows what it feels like to be in my shoes, to live what I was living.
Walking away I hear her sickening laughter as she let out a comment. ‘More bruises for Lelly.’ She laughed once again as she mentioned the pet name she had for me.
Restraining myself from going back to hit her I cooled down in the girls toilets making my way inside one of the small cubicles where I sat down on a toilet seat crying immensely.
Regrets was what I was feeling, I shouldn’t have daggered that sleek silver object into her. I shouldn’t, I couldn’t, I wouldn’t but I did. I killed her, I killed my own mother. The words haunted my mind the court said it was self-defence and that was the veracity of the story but it was so hard for other people to believe such a story. She was a kind and a prestigious woman that everyone looked up to, when she walked in, everybody stood up to talk to her. Her words were embracing and sweet.
I knew that I needed and lunged for her forgiveness, she was gone but I need her to forgive me. I wished and wished for her presence to come back to me. To feel her here next to me, she wasn’t the best mother but she was my mother and I killed her. I was the reason she was gone.
I sob hysterically and breathe heavily letting both of my hands rest on my face as I leaned on them while my knobby elbows leaned against my keens.
Jason strung out the last couple of words as he read it in a hush tone and read out the couple of endings from the book.
“Lennon prayed and wished for her mother’s existence to return, she saw a bright light heading towards her. Lennon said aloud “Please forgive me mother. For the love of a daughter.”
Jason’s breathing got slower and heavier as he read the words before he read it aloud. Only to now read them out loud.
“Little did Lennon know was that, that bright light wasn’t her mother. That bright light was the doctors shining the special torch into her eyes checking to see if she was okay as she was having a panic attack in her sleep. After all she was in a psychotic ward... “
