Unapologetic Lies

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* 3 weeks later*...

School starts soon, and I will be in the fifth grade.  I was excited since I could meet other kids my age, and get outside my toxic home for a while.  Mother was also pretty amused as well.  She had everything planned, and made sure all my clothes were brand new.  She didn't want the teachers assuming anyhing about our lives, and only cared about protecting her self image. 

"Colin, hurry up, the school bus will be leaving shortly".

I rushed and ran past my mother, and tried to pry open the locked door.  Mother was upset by them, punching me in the back of the head, from which I flinched, and cried out in pain.  She finally opened the door and from there I rushed out, runnning towards the bus.  Mother tried to grab me, but I was way to fast, and wanted to leave as much as she wanted me gone.  Once I sat down on the bus, I noticed how the other children kept looking at me.  My clothers were new, as well as my shoes.  My hair was fine, and I made sure to brush my teeth and wash my face, so why are they looking at me?  As one minute went by, one of the boys raised his hand, and shouted out how the bus began to smell, and point his finger directly to me.  I later found out this boy's name was Jason, and he was a new student to my school.  Everyone else already know that my home was not the best, but never pointed it out.  The only place that I felt remotely welcomed, turned into a nightmare because a new kid started to bully me.

"Miss Wright"! "look at Colin's face, isn't he ugly"!?

Jason always made insults and jokes about me, and no one cared.  My own teacher seemed to ignore the boy, as if he was never there.  It wasn't until I began to start lashing out that everyone assumed I was going crazy or even insane.  But all I wanted was to be heard, and after school that day, mother got a phone call from my school, so once I got home, I knew I was going to being in deep trouble.  My bus arrived in front of the door, and I could see my mother, in her work uniform standing, and waiting for me to exit the bus.  Soon as I got off, I slowly walked to the mother, watching as her arms were crossed, and she was visibly upset.  I knew better to not say anything.  And then, before I knew it, mother grabbed, and pulled me inside the apartment, shutting and locking the door.  I ran, dashing to my bedroom, using my legs to keep my door shut.  I was unable to lock my door in time, seeing as my mother used all her force to bang, and open my bedroom door.  The loud bang, as my door slammed into the wall, the door knob breaking, and putting a wall into the already withering walls.  Mother stormed inside my bedroom, using my backpack to sheild myself, but that alone couldn't stop the whips of her leather belt.  Beating my face, neck, and arms.  Red welts appearing all over my legs and hands.  My then new clothes being ripped, and creased, and mother used that as an excuse to keep beating me even more.

"You retarded brat!" "I just bought you these new clothes, and here you are destroying them too"!

I would cry, my tears bleaching my skin as everything turned red, and swollen.  Mother aimed for my head next, whipping my head, feeling as the leather belt coiled around my neck, and face.  Twisting and turning as she swung and now aimed for my hands.  The pain casued me to drop my bag, and tried to get up, but that didn't work out.  She only took this as an oppertunity to swipe the belt down at my legs, and ankles.  The swift belt casuing me to trip and fall, banging my head on the cold floor and blacking out.  I could no longer hear anything, as my breathing slowed down, and the ringing in my ears no longer played the same coherent tune.  The pain of my body, aching as my eyes closed, and I could no longer more.  From this, I assume mother noticed how I no longer was fighting back, and this made her panic.  She called the police, and lied about all that happened, which isn't a shocker.  My body was transmitted to the e.r.  I was being treated until i had woken up, and found myself beinf questioned.  The police, and my mother were all staring, as a woman was asking me all that had happened.  How my mother told her, and her partner I was in a school fight, and came home to rest, but never awoken ever since.  This whole lie was just a wreck, and how poorly my mother narrated everything, made me so sick to my stoamch.  I would stare at the faces of the officers as I could see my own mother looking back at me, showing no emotion, but I knew I was being warned.

Police Woman: "Care to explain everything Colin"? So soft spoken...
Colin: "It was a school fight ma'am, I thank you for caring". Please save me...