𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜

𝟑．𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭

i need to cry,
but i cant get anything out of my eyes

YARA ❦

Ears occupied with: none
Current mood: empty
19/8/2023

It hurts.

It fucking hurts.

That woman. The same woman who gave birth to me, is beating the hell out of me because I refused to give her the phone because I was talking to Kio.

Damn, her ways never change. Just plain blows on my exposed skin along with showers of insults that are audible, unnecessarily so. I think even our neighbors can easily hear the names she's screaming at me. My body feels numb, my expression is the same as it always has been, lifeless.

"You ungrateful little WHORE!!" She screams, her hand delivering yet another punch to my cheek. The impact is hurtful, but I can't feel like I'm in real pain just yet.

"How dare you disrespect your MOTHER?!" She screams more, nearly choking me with her hands wrapped around my neck. I cough violently, trying to breathe through my nose. "You're the WORST that ever happened to me!!"

TIMESKIP ༄

I'm lying on the floor, my body too tired to move an inch. I've been in a state of daze for about an hour, and I can't convince myself to move just yet. I feel limp, as if I wouldn't be able to move even if I tried to. However, I recall that I've left Kio without a reply, so I manage to piece myself back together.

I groan as I sit up. My eyes scan the room, and it makes me anxious. It's a mess.

Papers, clothes, notebooks, pens, and even my certificates are all scattered around. I haven't had the chance to unpack yet, so everything is a mess. We've reached our home in Erbil after a disastrous flight, and I'm already planning on doing things. I ignore my thoughts and pick up my phone, reading the latest message from Kio.

✪ 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖿 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗇

I didn't know if I should tell her or not. But I've never found this issue with my mom that severe, so I decided to just tell her why I was away.

𒊹︎ 𝗂𝖽𝗄 𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗉 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗆
𒊹︎ 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝗁

I didn't know what reaction to expect, so I didn't mind if she would ignore it. After all, it's a problem on my side. Maybe it wasn't even a good idea to speak those out, maybe I wasn't supposed to get up at all.

I nearly delete the message when she replies.

✪ 𝗈𝗈𝖿
✪ 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗎 𝗈𝗄??

I pause, realizing that I haven't even thought about my injuries. My eyes trail to the purple marks on my arm, and I just begin to notice the stinging pain in my cheek. I assume there's a nasty purple mark on my cheek as well. To my surprise, that wasn't all. There are marks on my thighs as well, probably from when my mom pinched them.

A sudden thought passes in my mind, and I lift up my shirt slightly, my eyes searching for something on the right side of my waist. My head tightens as I gaze over the disgusting scar on my skin.