You Complete Me

Chapter 3

I walked into Mr. Durman's office, not looking up. "Leslie? Why are you here?"
"I kinda beat someone up..." I say looking anywhere, but Mr. Durman's face. I could feel him staring at me. It was quiet. Then he laughed. I looked up at him with a confused look on my face.
"Ahaha. Funny joke. Now what's the real reason you're here?" I stare at him with a blank expression. He stopped laughing and his eyes widened. "You got in a fight?" I nodded and looked down again. "Oh. I have to call your mother Leslie." I looked at him with wide eyes.
"Please don't! She'll kill me!" I panicked and grabbed a chair. I felt dizzy, so I took a seat.
"I'm sorry. I can't do that. You know how it is around here. And I expect more from you."
"It was self-defense! Susana was going to hurt me Mr. Durman! What was I supposed to do? Stand there and take it? Sorry I stood up for myself for once!" He gave me a look that told me I should stop talking. That I wasn't going to win. He picked up the phone and told me to wait outside. I sat down on the chair closest to his door to hear what he was saying.
"Hello, Mrs. Sanchez?-" yes my mothers last name is Sanchez. I kept my fathers name. "Your daughter, Leslie, has gotten into a fight and she will receive consequences. If you could come by, that would be great... Alright thank you goodbye." He hung up and opened the door. "Come on in." I got up and walked to the chairs in front of his desk and sat. "What has gotten into you? You were one of the best students. Good grades and good behavior, but your grades are dropping and your behavior is getting terrible. Is there something going on at home?"
"What? It's only me and my mom, how would there be something wrong? And everything is fine."
"Do you need to talk about anything. Your fath-"
"Don't bring my dad up. And stop trying to help or whatever. I'm fine, okay? I just got tired of people." Mr. Durman looked at me with sad eyes and a pitty smile. "Stop!" I yelled while getting up from my chair. "Every time something about my dad comes up I get pitty smiles! I don't want or need them!" The door opened. My mom came in.
"What happened?"
"Mrs. Sanchez please sit. Leslie, please calm down and take a seat." I grabbed the chair and sat angrily. "Your daughter got in a fight with another student. She almost gave her a concussion. We have to suspend her for 3 weeks after winter break." My mother looks at me with a mad frown.
"What's happening to you? You're acting like nothing matters anymore."
"No I'm not! I'm fine!"
"Is that all we need to hear Mr. Durman?" He nods and my mom gets up and grabs my arm softly. "Okay thank you. Hopefully she'll be better when she comes back. Have a nice day." She pulls me up, but not with anger. We walk out and into the car. Before she starts the engine she looks at me. "Honey, I know its hard-"
"Oh my god! Mom, I'm fine. Stop talking to me like this it bothers me a lot."
"You're not fine!" She says bursting into tears. "Don't you think I cry too!? Its only been a week since your father died! I know you don't feel okay! You're hurting and I am too! Just please... Stop hiding your pain from me." She lifted up the sleeves from my flannel revealing my self harm scars. "I saw the blade, Leslie. I don't want you going through this." I pulled my hand away from her grip and covered my marks.
"Can we just go home?" I looked out my window holding back tears. I didn't want my mom to find out about this and now that she has, I don't want her to feel like this is her fault. She turns on the car and wipes her tears. "Yesterday was the first time I've tried harming myself. It was only two cuts mom. I won't do I again. I just wanted to feel something."
"Honey, please, never hurt yourself. I love you too much to let you even think about doing these kinds of things." I nodded. Once we got home she says, "sweety, even though I know you've been wanting to go to that concert. I'm afraid I can't let you."
My heart drops. "What?" I get out of the car and she does too. I wait for her to explain.
"You have to get some kind of consequences, or you won't take me seriously." I get teary eyed and run to my room. I slam the door and drop on top of my bed. I shed a couple of tears, but my sadness quickly turned to anger. I got my phone and started to text iliana. It was barely 9:34 so she was still at school. Plus, she was a good girl so she had her phone off anyway. I decided I would try to sleep off my anger, so I put down my phone and took a nap.