[ George Pov ]
I woke up with sore eyes, I knew it wasn't any other day. It was the day when my mom died, I layed on bed for a couple of minutes then I sat up. I hopped into the shower to get ready for school. When I walked downstairs, I saw my dad sleeping on the couch again, he was drunk again. I stood there for a couple hours , then I walked to the kitchen to get myself some breakfast. I slowly made myself cereal and ate it quietly but quickly, I wasn't ready for school. School wasn't better than what's going on in the house. I put my dish in the sink and headed off the door then walked to the bus stop. I was thinking of the worst which made me paranoid but it was caught in my head. When I arrived, I stood there until the bus arrived, then I sat down and looked at the window. The day was gloomy but not like any other. I watched the bus go to school very slowly and steadily. I liked the bus sometimes but most of the time there are loud kids in the back which I hate. I hate noise. But I can't do anything about it. This sucks. Everything sucks in life. When I arrived I saw my boyfriend standing by, he wasn't any better. I stared at him for a second before I went to class. I was going to see him again after class. I walked to English where I sat next to Dream, who was reading his book about " Once love is gone" . I felt stupid making our teacher sit next to each other, he was my enemy and I'm pretty sure in his back. After we read, we went into groups to talk about our books,I ended up being in a group with Dream and a couple others. We talked about our books then we just chatted. Dream looked like he wanted to talk to me.
Dream : " uhm, hi George"
George : "hi."
Dream : " uhm, how's your boyfriend?"
He knew that he didn't have anything to talk about.
George : "He makes me want to kill myself."
Dream laughed it off, but that wasn't a joke. He was a horrible boyfriend after all. After that conversation, I was pissed at Dream for asking stupid questions. After class, it was break. I went to the library to get a book, I walked towards the shelf and started to look at books. It was peaceful until someone grabbed my shoulders, my eyes widened.
I slowly turn around and I see my boyfriend, Ethan. He was standing there with his little smirk, I knew it wasn't good.
Ethan : " Hi babe."
I went silent.
George : " hi."
I guess he knew I was upset because he grabbed my waist and pulled him closer, I looked away. I can see his bitterness through him but he doesn't know.
Ethan : " why are you like this?. "
George : " Because I'm tired"
It was a lie, I hated him. He is a little abusive bitch. But I can't break up with him. He would do something bad and I knew in my head.
Ethan : George. I don't like the way you're acting. You're being dramatic.
Silence fills the room
George : I-I'm sorry.
Ethan smirks and lift up my chin, he stared at me deeply, it almost scared me.
Ethan : You know I love you and I wouldn't change anything for the world to be with you.
[ George's mind] : you wouldn't, but you will change me.
Ethan then kissed me, it was a thorn to the lips. I hated it. I hated him more. I wish I could rip myself apart for letting him do that but I didn't, I was silent. Soon it was lunch. I wasn't hungry so I sat on the table, while my boyfriend and his friends were talking. I feel the tension between me and his friend's.
Ethan : " baby. Are you coming tonight?.
I looked up.
George : I can't. I have to look after my siblings.
Ethan : you're so boring George ugh.
I knew that Ethan was pissed for telling him that. But I kept seeing the table, and he didn't care. After school, I had to take care of my siblings. While I tried do my homework when my little siblings running around.
Ashlyn : Bubba!!!! Me made painting!
She held out the painting that she did in preschool with her twin brother next to her holding a different painting.
Asher : bubba! You like?
George : mhm. I love it. Now go play please, bubba needs to do homework.
both of the twins runs off, while I sigh. I never thought I would take care of 3 yo olds because my of dad's stupid drinking habits. But life can't change.
{ ~Timelapse~}
It was 2 am in the morning. I was still doing history Homework. I was tired but that's my fault for not paying attention to my homework more than my siblings. My arms are sore from writing but I fe no lt like a punishment. I accidentally stabbed myself with a pencil. It somehow makes me feel better. I walked to do it again. So I stabbed but the pain didn't feel strong enough to have a punishment. So I grabbed scissors and cut myself until my whole arm was bleeding. I deserved it.
