Blade (Watty Awards 2013)

Chapter 5

 Chapter 5-

“Lilly, hunny.” I wake up to Georgia shaking me.  “Lilly, its time for school.”

I open one eye first, just peaking at her. She’s wearing her normal work clothes which is a ugly fading blue dress with a white apron.

I yawn and stretch out like a cat, purposefully hitting her. 

She winces and stands up giving me my space.

I sit up right rubbing my eyes.

“Have you been crying?” She asks touching my cheek. I brush her off. She takes my hint that I don’t wanna talk about it.

When I was younger I would tell Georgia everything, as I got older she started switching sides, making me look like the bad guy. Whatever. I stopped talking to her after that. So ended our ‘little moments’

“Well, get in the shower it’s time for school.” She shoos me away into my bathroom.

I run pass the mirror not wanting to look at myself and turn on the water.

I still don’t wanna go to school, but I know I’m not gonna weasel myself outta this one so reluctantly I go into the warm shower, clothes and everything.

It’s been a habit of mine since I was little. I wait till my clothes are soaked then throw them on my carpet, leaving hell for the maids.

Slowly I start to peel off my clothes and throw them outside the curtain. With every layer I peel off, more scars are revealed. My skin is caramel dark so the scars are easy to see. The most of them are just beginning to fade away, some even vanished completely leaving just soft seemingly untouched skin.

I bathed quickly not wanting to have to be exposed much longer and quickly run back to my room.

The school uniform I wear is a velvet red vest with a white collared long sleeve shirt and velvet red khaki  . I often add my own little touch with a sweater.

Quickly I get dressed in the neatly pressed uniform and run down stairs for breakfast.

Mom is down there with her head set as usual. She glared at me when I sat down.

“What is the matter with you?” She asks. I shrug pretending to not know what she’s talking about. “You embarrassed me last night Lillian.”  She takes a sip of coffee and I mimic her with orange juice.

“You know what it’s like have to explain that you’re ‘special’ ? It’s hell Lillian. For once I’d like to have guest over without having to be questioned why my mongrel acts the way she does.”

I look down at my breakfast. Pancakes with berries. I take a bite.

“Please Lillian. Santana and Mr. David will be back over tonight. If you can’t control yourself then Stay. In. Your. Room. I’ll have Georgia bring up something for you to eat.” With that she goes back chatting on her blue tooth.

I feel tears in my eyes. I nod showing that I understood her.

I demand to make sure I can control myself so reluctantly I take the pills one of the maids get in front of me.

Mom once threatened to send me to a mental asylum. Or even put me in foster care.

She doesn’t want a weird daughter.

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The ride to school is only fifteen minutes long.  Too me, it feels like forever.

“Have a good day Ms. Lillian.” My driver says.