(This chapter contains verbal abuse and could be sensitive to some.)
Highschool Grey POV:
I stood still for a couple seconds as I tried to see if I could get out of talking to them. I couldn't go anywhere in my house without stopping in the living room somehow.. meaning I couldn't escape talking to them. Shit.
I waved slightly to them. "Uh.. hi mom.. hi dad.."
Neither of them reacted as they continued to watch TV.
I was about to walk past them, but a booming voice stopped me.
"You had a math test today, right?" My dad asked me. She seemed stern, almost as if she knew I failed. I stayed silent for a moment. "Well??" She questioned me.
"Yes.. I did.." I muttered quietly, looking ashamed. "So? How'd you do?" She turned to me. I took a deep breath. "Well.. I got an F. B-but I promise I tried my best!! I had another test today in health and I got an A+!! I promise you I'm trying my harde-"
"HOW DID YOU EVEN FAIL? I BET YOU WERE ON YOUR STUPID PHONE LIKE ALWAYS. YOU CAN'T EVEN ENGAGE WITH THE FAMILY BECAUSE OF THIS. YOU NEED TO DO BETTER." My dad screamed at me, as I already felt the anxiety set in. I looked to my mom to say something, but she just ignored the situation.
"I promise I-I studied..! I studied with Marisol for 3 hours!!" I tried to defend myself. My dad scoffed. "Of course it was Marisol. You're always hanging out with your little girlfriend. I bet she's the one distracting you from getting anything done." My dad rolled her eyes. "Listen to your father, Grey." My mother replied, not taking her eyes off of the screen."
"Y... Yes.. Ma'ams.." I barely was able to speak as I felt tears falling down my cheeks. My face was burning with anger.
"You're grounded until you can get your act together. Hand me that phone." My dad stood up and walked over to me, glaring at me. She was terrifying when she was angry.
I felt my heart skip a beat as I felt the urge to vomit out of fear. I shook slightly as I grabbed my phone from my bag and powered it off, before handing it to her.
She shoved it in her pocket. "Good. Go to your room now. Only come down when dinner is ready." She turned around and went back to the couch as I tried to walk calmly upstairs. I felt myself tremble as I took each step.
It's like this everyday. Everyday. Everyday I deal with the stress and the pressure of my family. The pressure to be someone I'm not. The pressure is too much. It's been happening since I was 6 years old. Nobody should go through that. I wouldn't even wish that on my worst enemies..
I picked up the pace on the stairs as I ran up and dashed straight to my room, slamming the door shut and running to my bed.
I laid on my bed and grabbed my pillow, and began to sob into it. I haven't even taken my shoes off yet. Why was everything like this? Why did I have to live like this? Everyday was the same. The same expectations. The same comments. Everything. I'm so sick of a repeat.
But.. what if it didn't have to be like this? What if.. I could end this cycle? What if everything could be different? I can't continue like this, I'll lose my mind. I'll lose all my sanity. I don't deserve this. I never did.
How could I get rid of all of this?
The more I thought, the more insane my thoughts got. It felt like my whole brain was chanting the one intrusive thought I hated. The one I've ignored for years.
Kill them.
I can't possibly be considering this.. It's crazy!! I'm taking away their life. They've lived for so long only to be taken out by their own child.
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