Broken

Chapter 24

My heart pounded against my ribs it felt like it was about to explode. I gripped the covering as the scream felt trapped in my throat. It had worked its way up from my stomach to my throat but it just wouldn't escape. I tried to open my eyes but they felt like they were glued shut. Oh god all I wanted to do was open my eyes.

I gripped the covers tighter and took a deep breath and screamed, no banshee could beat. I heard the breaking of wood and my eyes flew open. It felt like I was paralyzed in my spot I laid in my bed. My hands were still gripping the sheets and my body shook with fear. These nightmares just won't subside.

My parents hovered over me and I saw their lips moving but it was if I was deaf. My mother waved her hand over my face and I just kept staring at the white paint on the ceiling. I took another deep breath and sighed, finally finding the strength to let go off the covers.

"I thought her nightmares were going away." My father held the bridge of his nose.

"They do go away, but not for long." My mother rubbed her temples. I had caused them stress, but I couldn't help these nightmares I tried to control them but they came back with force.

"What did her therapist say?" my father asked.

"She said she was getting better." My mother replied.

"She's not getting better she's getting worse." He whisper yelled.

"Don't you think I see that David." She fired back, her voice quivered.

"What are we going to do? We can't just keep moving her around." He sat beside me on the bed and stroked my hand. "My poor Porcelain."

"She never wants to talk, last week she sat on the balcony and asked if I blamed her for Danina's death." My mother sobbed. "She won't cry, she won't let it go, she has it all bottled inside my poor baby." She whispered.

The place stayed quiet for what felt like hours and I heard the muffled sobs and someone stroked my hand and my hair. I caused more pain for them even when I don't want to and I can't cry some way her death was my fault if I hadn't gotten into the habit of buying her pizza we wouldn't be so messed up.

"Sorry." I whispered. My mother looked down at me with glossy eyes and running makeup.

"Sorry for what?" My father asked.

"Causing you pain." I looked up at him; his face looked like he was in immense pain.

"You've caused no pain." He stroked my face. He was lying they all were.

"Can I have a few minutes alone?" I asked the both of them. They looked at each other suspiciously, before nodding and leaving silently.

I sat up in my bed and brought my knees to my chest. I was broken beyond repaired and I felt like I was slowly dying. My hair tumbled to my back tickling me. I looked at the mirror my eyes were dark and had bags under them from the lack of sleep. I looked at the clock; I hadn't slept long just a few minutes. I felt week and drained either from lack of sleep or lack of food. I hadn't eaten a proper lunch and them Sara had taken all my energy like the darn leech she is.

I stumbled out of bed holding on so that I wouldn't fall on my face from all the spinning my head was doing. I stumbled to the closet and pulled a dress on. I needed nourishment; I stumbled to the door and slowly down the stairs. I saw my father hugging my mother while she sobbed, I tried to stumble quietly but I stubbed my toe.

"Oh hi honey." My mother whipped her tears. I moved to the kitchen to find anything simple to eat when in fact I felt for pizza, Italian and Chines food. "Do you want something to eat?" she asked.