~flashback~
"JANE GET YOUR FAT ASS IN HERE RIGHT NOW!!!"I heard my mums angry voice scream through the house, i couldnt think of anything I had done recently to make her mad.
"HURRY UP!!!" maybe if you lost a bit of weight you would be able to walk two and a half meters without nearly having an asthma attack instead if deafening me, ofcourse i would never tell her this to her face but its what i think of the bitch i have ti call mum.
"yeah?" I quietly ask all confidence gone from me my voice is small and weak.
"Did you go into my purse?" she asks angrily as she gets off the sofa to tower over me, I can smell the whiskey off her breathe but she isn't drunk yet she always has a drink before sue goes out with my dad for the night.
"what? No" why would she even think I'm that stupid and she knows i have enough money to get my own things.
"DONT FUCKING LIE TO ME YOU BITCH"
"I didn't i swear"
"IF YOU ADMIT IT YOUR PUNSIHMENT WONT BE AS BAD" lies i think it will only be the same or worse.
"it wasnt me"
"GIVE ME BACK MY MONEY RIGHT NOW YOU THIEF"
"I didn't take it"
"YOUR HEADING DOWN A BAD ROAD OF STEALING AND LYING WHAT DID YOU SOEND IT ON? ALCHAHOL I ASSUME"
"no i didnt take your money and I'm only twelve i wouldn't drink"
"YOU WOULD DO ANYTHING TO THINK YOUR COOL, YOUR WORTHLESS ME AND YOUR FATHER WORKED HARD TO NAKE SURE YOU WERE HAPPY AND TO MAKE SURE LUKE WAS HEALTHY BUT YOU ALWAYS WANTED ALL OUR ATTENTION YOU WERE JEALOUS MAYBE THATS WHY HE DIDNT LIVE TI SEE SIXTEEN"
"mum it wasnt me please don't say that"
"WHY? ITS THE TRUTH AND EVERYONE KNOWS IT"
"mum, you already had a drink just go out and then we can talk tomorrow"
"STOP FUCKING TALKING TO ME LIKE THAT AND GIVE ME BACK MY MONEY"
"I didn't take it" I'm on the verge of tears at this point.
"FINE LETS GO HAVE A LOOK THEN"she storms into my room and rips my purse from my bag and nearly tears off the zip she pulls out a twenty pound note and a ten pound note.
"YOU LIAR!!!"she screams and throws the money into her bag.
"mum that's my money from granny"
"what's going on?"my dad asks already glaring at me.
"SHE STOLE MY FUCKING MONEY AGAIN AND IS STILL LYING ABOUT IT"
"no i didnt steal anything"
"give us your phone and your grounded for two weeks, do you not ever Learn? It was them friends of yours alwqys spending your money"
"no its my money dad she's already had some whiskey"
"JUST GIVE ME YOUR DAMN PHONE AND SHUT UP YOU LITTLE FAGGOT" I slowly hand over my phone with my head bowed.
"now apologise to your mother"
"I'm sorry" I mumble ashamed that they can do this and that I have to apologise for something I didn't even do.
"maybe some day you'll learn i honestly don't know where i went wrong with you"
They slammed the door and locked it when i heard the taxi drive away i let the tears fall and i quietly sobbed while dragging the blade across my already scarred skin and watching the blood pour out down the drain after about twenty minutes i clean everything up and look at old pictures of our family when luke wad still alive i wad still pushed to the side but i thought i was happy i thought it was normal i didnt get that they hated me could i blame them? I hated them but they were right i was always in the way i couldnt even help luke he was my big brother and i couldnt save him i was a bad sister to the best brother ever and thats why they hate me i should just kill myself now, before I even realise what I'm doing I'm taking my mums half bottle of wine and a bunch of random pills i lock my bathroom door and slide down the wall i take the pills while the tears fall and drink the wine it burns my throat but i dont even care anymore i start to feel dizzy and see doubles it's hard to open my eyes and the room starts spinning before I feel my head hut off the floor and then blank.
I wake up what seems like days later and look around I'm still in the bathroom and I'm covered in my own vomit and I'm surrounded by empty pill bottles and two empty wine bottles my parents must be staying at someone's house all night I attempt to stand but fail so I roll the bottles behind the toilet out of everyone's view, wrap a towel around me and silently cry until I fall back asleep.
I wake up half an hour later feeling abit stronger i get up and put the bottles in the neighboure outside bin and clean up my clothes and the floor i wash, change and climb into bed i put in my earlier and listen to green days songs until I fall into a deep sleep tainted my my mums cruel words, my dad's attitude and my brother absence and the pain it all combined causes me.
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Short StoryAnnie has not had a good life, she decides that the only way to move on is to move away, she moves from Ireland to new York city, with only the clothes and small amount of money, she moves in with a boy called jude who is curious as to what has happ...
