Blade (Watty Awards 2013)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3-

 I fall asleep at the door crying with a bloody knee instead of going back to lunch. When I wake up its almost 8 and dinner is normally at 8:30.  I sit up right my back and neck aching from the uncomfortable position I was just in.

I roll my neck a couple of times and stand up. My room is huge. It even has a balcony.

Mom had it painted bright pink when I was like seven and it hasn’t been changed since even though I hate the color and much prefer a dark red or maybe purple or even black I dared. But no. Mom isn’t around enough for me to even gesture to it.

I slowly change into a long sleeve shirt mom designed for me and grey sweat pants.

I look in the mirror for the second time today and of course it doesn’t do anything for my mood.

I look like crap. My hair was sticking out everywhere and my eyes had sleep crud in them and my lips were dry and white.

I slowly made my way to my bathroom which was connected to my room and again it was pretty damn big as well. Only my bathroom wasn’t pink instead it was a peaceful pale orange with the bathtub in the middle of the room instead of in the corner like normal people have their bathtubs. Then there was a long mirror on the wall with I hated walking by and of course a toilet and a closet. This left a lot of extra room. I had nothing to do with. When I was a kid and I was feeling sick my sister would make me a bed by the toilet saying it would be easier if I needed to puke. Of course she was right.

My sister is dead now and somehow everyone somewhat blames themselves.

Life got harder without her. I now resent her. I think shes a bitch. How dare she just leave me when I need her most.

I wash my face and try not to think of Cynthia.

I grab  my brush which was still on the side of the sink from this morning and slowly brush out my tangles. 

I have pretty hair. Or I used to.  My mom would love playing in my hair. She taught me how to wash and style it and would take me to her personal hair dresser to get it done.

Those days are gone now.

I set the brush down. Mom isn’t a good topic to think of either.

“Lilly, Dinner.” I hear one of the maids in my room. I scowl and lock the bathroom door. I hear her sigh. “Lilly come out of there.”

Go away first.

“Lilly?” She knocked. “Please come out there. Come on now, its dinner time don’t be like this.”

I’ll stop being difficult when you get out

I silently giggle to myself when she starts getting frustrated and hitting the door harder.

“Lilly please. I was sent to get you. Trust me I don’t like this anymore than you do. Lilly?

I slowly back away from the door staring it down with narrow eyes. I pretend that she’s a burglar who wants to kill me and grab a bottle of shampoo as protection.

STAY BACK!

I shout in my head opening the cap.

I’ll shoot!!

She knocks on the door. “Lilly? What are you doing in there?”

I said STAY BACK!!

I violently squeeze the bottle of shampoo and wave my hands around like a mad woman.

“GRRR. GRRR!” I screech. “GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.”

I get shampoo everywhere including my hair. I drop the bottle in the toilet and reach for the conditioner.

“GRR!” I attack the door this time, giggling all the way.

“LILLY???” The maid starts to scratch at the door.

BACK!

“Oh Lilly I just want you down stair for dinner.” She sobs. “Pleaseeee? Lillian? Please make my job easy for once.”

I slowly stalk towards the door unlock it quickly and jump back raising my weapon.

The maid, who is about mid 20’s wastes no time brusting in. I waste no time attacking her with conditioner.

DIE EVIL RAPIST BITCH!

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” She screams. While shes distracted I push her into the bathtub. “LILLIAN!!!” She shouts fighting me.

I hear others approaching in a vast amount and quickly I rap her in my shower curtain and run in my bed room closet.

“What’s going on in here???” I hear my father’s voice.

“Grr.” I whisper. My closet is walk in so I have tons of places to hide. I choose behind my clothes rack.

“Lillian you come out here this minute!” His voice is stern and serious so I know he’s mad.

But Daddy,  I pretend I’m eight. I was just having some fun. Please don’t spank me.

I giggle and crawl out of the closet and through my fathers feet down to the dining room where mother is chatting away on her blue tooth.

I crawl under the table and take off her shoes. I giggle but she doesn’t seem to mind me as she is use to this. So I decide to do something out of the the usual and take her big toe into my mouth and biting her as hard as I could.

She yelps and kicks me in the nose. I yelp and quickly crawly from under the table and into my seat. I returned to normal picking up my fork and beginning to eat.

Nice to see you mom.

I smile. She glares at me. “Lilly we Do. Not. Bite. “

I shrug not caring.

“Oh god you broke skin.” She cried.

“Ugh.” She eyed me using her napkin to dap her wound. I hung my head.

Sorry mom.

“Georgia?” She called. Georgia was already running in with a first aid kit.

“When was the last time that mongrel I call my daughter took her pills?” I stuck my middle finger at them.

“Don’t do that Lilly!” Georgia growled at me before turning back at my mother.

“this morning ma’am.” She said.

That was true. I normally don’t swallow and only hold them in my mouth and spit them out when she was gone. This morning she and a couple others held me down until I swallowed.

I noticed the guess sitting at the end of the table then. I wanted to cry. The man was white, with shiny blond hair. The girl sitting next to him I assumed was his daughter just stared at me.

I remember her from earlier today.

Santana.

I prayed she wouldn’t tell anyone about this little scene.

“Lilly, this is your mother new co-worker. Mr. David I’m so sorry and I’m sure Lilly here is as well.” Georgia said.

I let a few tears fall in my food.

“This is his daughter Santana,” Georgia said to me. “Give her a chance Lilly and you might actually make a friend.”

I scowled at her.

I’ll make a friend when you suck my big blue b-

My rant was cut short by my father’s voice. I saw him glare at me before beginning to speak. I felt more shame. “Well now that that’s over lets eat shall we?”

I was already eating so I paid him no mind.

Slowly conversation began to linger in the air. All excluded me.

But I knew one question was well rapped around Santana’s head as well as her father’s. It was the same question everyone asked when they first meet me. Or In this case, second.

What’s wrong with her?