We only crossed paths (damitweek)

Chapter one - The start of it all..

August 8th, 2016.

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BE-*

I groan, shutting off the alarm clock beside my bed.

I sit up, eyes still hazy as I scan around the room in thought. First day of middle school. I cringe lightly at the thought that school started once again.

I jump as I hear a knock at my bedroom door, quickly jolting my head.

"Are you up sweetheart?"

I sit in silence for a second.

"Damie-?"

"Yes mom." I speak in a stern voice.

"Oh.. alright then.. I made you breakfast..?"

"Thanks, I'll be down in a sec"

I hear as the sound of her footsteps dim throughout the hallway and I fall back into my pillow screaming into it to muffle the sound.

"You're such an idot Damien! Why would you be rude to your own mother she's done nothing wrong to you??" I mumble angerly to myself as I get up and walk over to my dresser, grabbing out an outfit to wear for that day. Dark gray jeans and a black sweater with a black long sleeved shirt underneath for added warmth with the same heart shaped locket my mother gave to me when I was 5.

I set my outfit on my bed so I can first brush my teeth and fix my hair.

I quickly change, slipping on my black and white vans, and I rush to go and apologize to her, guilt running through my veins.

Why did I always have to get mad at her like that. Its not even her fault, its my dads.

My stupid whore faced dad who went for dating toxic guys he'd have one night stands with over caring for his own son.

I clench my fists and bite my bottom lip out of anger, stopping myself before I go to face my mother.

I relax my body, taking a deep breath in, shutting my eyes for a second.

I exhale out, picking up my feet again, continuing my way to the kitchen to find a plate with a small stack of pancakes and a blueberry smiley face on the top.

I smile at my mother and she stares anxiously as if she were waiting for me to yell again. I curse my father for the pain he gave us every day, though I have to pretend it doesn't effect me daily. All for mom.

I step closer and wrap my arms around her waist, giving her a tight squeeze, nuzzling my head into her waist as she gently traces her fingers up my back.

"Sorry mom.." I mumble shamefully as to not upset her any further.

"Its alright darling.." I lift my head to look at her, resting the bottom of my chin on her stomach, my arms still wrapped around her. She brushes a strand of my hair to the side of my face, then leaning down to place a gentle kiss on my forehead.

She gives me a gentle and sweet smile that warms my heart as she brushes her fingertips against the side of my cheek.

"Go on now, eat up before you're late for your first day"

I smile back, leaving the comforting hold to pull out a chair and eat the meal she made for me.

I cut into the fluffy, still hot pancakes while she gathers her stuff for work.

I stare into the unique wood patterns in the table as I eat my breakfast, thinking.

Middle school huh? I thought 5th grade was big talk but 6th is something new for sure.