Oh, Megan

Part 1 - Fuck

I dragged myself down the stairs, forced to walk to the kitchen. My mom walking behind me, controlling every step i took. I felt numb, stupid, tired. It felt unfair and I almost had to throw up when thinking about what was happening. I locked myself up in my room for days, only smoking sigarettes and chewing gum. I barely survived it, but thats fine. It wasnt my intension to survive this.
Getting into the kitchen, my mom opened a drawer and I saw slices of bread and some plates. She got both out, while pointing to the chair standing next to the table. It was a brown chair that matched the colour of the table. I shoved it back, hearing the wooden legs scraping the floor. I felt like passing out, so sat down just on time. Feeling dizzy, mom pulled the plate with the bread slices towards herself and started putting toppings on them. She said nothing yet. Putting the plaid in front of me again, she pointed to my bread and gave me a look. A look that said, eat it or i'll push it through your troat myself. I felt disgusted, and didnt make any movement to start eating. My moms look got angier by the time. Clearing his throat, as in, asking for attention, my older brother apeared next to my mom. He wanted to start talking when mom screamed: 'Not now, Daniël!'
Both me and my brother were shocked by her reaction, and Daniël didnt know how fast he had to get out. Mom pointed her eyes at me again, altough i still wasnt planning on touching the food.