Allergic to Cherry Blossom

~Chapter 1~

Rosie

"Piepppp Pieppppp Pieppppp!" Uh what is this loud annoying sound?

As I open my eyes, one look explained to me where it was coming from. My clock on my nightstand was running wild, while I realized it's time to get up and prepare breakfast, but first a quick stop at the bathroom. As I fix the mirror I first recognize that the bruises from yesterday evening are pretty visible on my arms and that covering them with make-up definitely won't do the job.

After giving up hopes on that idea I make my way to the small closet left to my bed. Long sleeve pullover it will be. This is not my best option but also kind of the only one I have left. To my luck the weather will be great today and I nearly die of dehydration, almost happened last summer so I got to avoid standing in the sun directly at all cost.

Bad for me that we live in California so the weather is literally always sunny or cloudy if I get lucky.

When I say we I mean my mom, dad and me. We live at the "bad" side of our town near Rocky Beach. In other words we are sort of poor. My mom works as a house keeper for some rich family, I don't know which exactly. She never tells me anything about her job to be honest we don't talk that much or I talk and she well....ignores me. Still I have a better relationship with her than with my dad. I mean the man who is responsible for the bruises on my arms. He wasn't always like that but since he lost his job and started drinking nothing has ever been the same in our home. When I was a child I pretty soon found out what the difference between me and the other kinds at grand school was.

I remembered it like it was yesterday when one kid called me out for always wearing the same four outfits. I was embarrassed to my bones when she said that, because the truth was that we couldn't afford new clothes every month like my classmates. Some of the kids were the children of famous personalities or their families owned some business I had no idea of. They were able to wear the nicest clothes and I remember being a bit jealous of the life they were living. After that day I became the outcast of the class pretty fast. Me being a bit introverted I had troubles finding friends before that incident happened, but after that day it was impossible to befriend anyone. It's not like I didn't try, but it soon occurred to me that these kids didn't want anything to do with me.

Everything got worst after I came into middle school and around that time my father lost his job and became addicted to alcohol. To make it even better was that these substances made him very violent and unpredictable, soon after that he hit me the first time in my life. After he was sober he tried to apologise to me and my young stupid self thought it was an accident and that this was a onetime thing that would never happen again, but oh how wrong I was.

This was three years ago, now I'm sixteen and this violent things still keep happening. Despite all this going on I try to hide it from everyone, because I still love my parents. They are the only one I have left in this cruel world. If anyone ever was to find out about this they would lose custody and I would sooner or later be in forster care. I definitely don't want that happen, we only have each other left. I would lose all that still matters to me. I hope that when I am eighteen I will be able to send my father to rehab and move out of the house. On this way I am sure the he will get the help he needs and after that we can be a family again.

I know this sounds like a bad remix of two already bad songs, but I have to try to save the people I still love. Even when they are nasty to me the whole time I'm positive that they don't mean it like that, they are just having bad days and try to deal with it their way. My way dealing with everything is definitely reading my beloved books. I know it's kind of cliché that the introverted girl tries to hide behind her books, but without any friends it's hard to find other hobbies to keep myself busy, when my parents are fighting about whatever problem we have again. The most times it's about money they scream at each other about. The fact that we are poor is also unlikely for me. Let alone that nobody wants' to hang out with me, I can't afford books or pretty new clothes so the choice I am having right know isn't that big.