Into Yam

Chapter 17 - 3 Meter Mirror (e)

ACUMA MAAKE KANCUBE
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{four days later}

"We taking your allowance money, your phone, your tablet and you going to be picked up and dropped off at school every day by Sfiso, no more uber blacks young lady." my dad say standing next to my mom as they were giving me a lecture about that video of Luyolo and I.

Yup, they found out. And my dad had to end his business trip earlier than expected.

"Can I atleast visit Luyolo in hospital?" I say with my arms crossed, tugging on the sleeves of my hoodie.

My father sighs and throws his hand in the air.
"What don't you understand about being grounded! Acuma, you are to be seen no where near that boy from today onwards. Whatever you had with him ends today. We don't need another saga going on." My mom says aggressively.
My heart breaks after hearing her harsh words.

"Hayibo mama that's unfair! Tata, teta naye." I say getting up from the couch.

-talk to her

"Yeyi, ntombazana mamela u nyoko."

-girly listen to your mom

"Argh, maybe I should also try killing myself just so I can see Luyolo around the hospital."

"Stop with the attitude." my mom says giving me a stern look as if she's about to slap me.

I would give a shit even if she punched me. All it would do is ease my pain of not being able to communicate or see Luyolo anymore.

"It's not like you care either way." I walk to the stairs and when I get to the top, I yell. "I hate you both! You make! My life! MISERABLLLLE!"

Then I remember something my therapist recommended to me whenever Im super frustrated.
Break some, yell, scream just do anything that will help you calm down. Let it OUT.

Infront of me, a big, 3 meter mirror. I go to my room and I get my old hockey stick.

I go back down to the mirror and I look at myself. I had been eating, sleeping or showering for the past 4 days.
I also didn't go to school today.

I've basically been locking myself in my room doing the worst things to myself.

"AHHHH! I HATE YOUU! NI NDI PATA NJE KOM MNTANA. FUUUCK!" I say smashing the mirror down into broken pieces.
I put in alot of force in the hockey stick while I break the mirror until it falls down completely.

-You're treating me like a kid.

You turning into a monster again.

I stop wrecking the mirror and I look down at my parents, my braids disturbing me vision. My mom in my dad's arm, she looks frightened.

I look at the tiny pieces of glass on the floor and I drop my hockey stick.

I look back at my parents and everyone that worked at the house was now surrounded at the bottom of the staircase in shook.

They all look at me as if I had been going crazy.
I run up to my room sobbing in tears.
I slam the door shut and I lock it.

The state my room was in, is traumatizing, the curtains are closed, my bed isn't made, dirty laundry on the floor and blood stains every everywhere.