READY, AIM... FIRE

More Like A Bully Than A Mom

Mya's POV

As I was walking home I thought about how I would get to know Travis. I just want to know simple things about him. Like his last name, favorite color and all that jazz. I'm not looking for a deep intimate relationship. I don't plan on seeing him after I'm done and he graduates.

I walked up my driveway and to the front door. I was preparing myself to walk in to my mom and sister. By preparing I mean I am getting ready for when I walk past them in the living room and they decide to show me all the clothes they bought. I am still trying to figure out how many more times they have to go shopping before their closets explode. They've already turned the spare bedroom into a walk-in closet for themselves. It was supposed to be my dad's office. I feel like he gives my mom so much and she gives him nothing in return but my dad always says that when you love someone you make sacrifices for them. Honestly, how many more sacrifices does he have to make until she actually gives something back?

I was trying to use my ninja skills to sneak past the living room opening, but like every other time I try to summon these "powers", they fail me. My sister spotted me and called for my presence.

"Hey, Mya! Come here and see what we bought!"

Its times like this where I really wish I was invisible. I threw my backpack down next to the stairs and trudged over to the couch where bags and bags of clothes were surrounding my mother and sister. They looked like little kids in a candy store. I sat down on the beige recliner across from the matching love seat they were on and leaned back hoping the chair would swallow me and save me from my misery.

"Hi sweetie. I'm glad your home. You won't believe the sales the mall was having!" I swear I have never seen my mother's eyes sparkle more than they do when she talks about clothes.

"Really? That's great but I should get to bed. I have a long day tomorrow." I said yawning for affect.

"No. Don't be silly. "My mom said with a wave of her hand. "You have to see what we got. "

Before I could decline her and my sister were already pulling clothes out of the numerous bags. It was nothing but pink, sparkles and frills. I was trying so hard not to throw up.

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*Hours Later*

I am still sitting on the chair praying it will swallow me. I have seen outfit after outfit after outfit after outfit! It's like every time they finish a bag a new appears in its place. What makes it worse is that I can't just looks at the clothes, I haves to wait for my sister to put them on and model them for me. Just when I was beginning to think that the universe is punishing me for that library book I never returned in third grade, my mom announced that there was one more bag. In that moment the heavens opened up and the angels were singing.

"Oh! This is for you." My mom said handing me a bag.

"You got me something?" I asked very surprised she actually thought of me.

"Yes. I saw it and thought you would like it." She said with a big smile on her face.

I was so happy to think my mom actually does know me and finally got me something I like instead of trying to make me like my sister. Sadly, my excitement dropped when I opened the bag to find pink and silver rhinestone encrusted Vans. My mother, however, was too wrapped in her own world to realize that I don't like the shoes.

"Aren't they just adorable?!" My sister gushed. "We know you don't like heels and you're always wearing these types of sneakers so we got them!"

I thought of my dad's words and decided I would make a sacrifice for my mother because I love her no matter how little attention she pays to me. With that being said I faked a smile to the best of my ability and pretended to like the shoes.

"They're great! Thanks!" I said. I was about to escape when my mom stopped me once again.

"Wait! You have to try them on!"

I reluctantly sat back down and began to take off my plain black Vans. To my surprise she actually got me the right size. But there is no way in hell I'm wearing them in public.

"They look so adorbz on you!" That came from my sister. "You should so wear them for that boy you were with earlier."

Of all the idiotic things that could come from here mouth she had to say that.

"A boy? Oh my! A boy actually talked to you? Even with you looking like that?" my mom said.

My day isn't complete until my mom crushes my self-esteem at least once. And here it goes.

"Ok. So there has to be something wrong with this boy for him to actually talk to you. Is he desperate? Blind? I know! It's probably just a prank!" Her and my sister started laughing.

Sometimes I think she is worse than Paris. A matter of fact both of them are worse than her because I live with them. At least at school I can run and hide in the library if I see Paris in the hallway, but when I'm at home there is no hiding from the two people in front of me who I sadly call my sister and mother.

Mariah began talking in between her laughs. "Get this. He doesn't like her. He's just using her for her brain. She's tutoring him!" They both laughed harder.

The door closed and my father walked in.

"Hi girls. What's so funny?" He asked.

"Why don't you ask them?" I said while walking past him with the shoes in in one hand and grabbing my backpack with the other on my way up the stairs. When I got to my room I slammed the door and furiously pulled my air out of the bun. I sat on my bed and threw the shoes across the room. I pulled a pencil and my sketchbook out of my bag and began to draw out my feelings. The frustration got to me and I couldn't hold in the tears anymore. I gripped the pencil and saw as teardrops fell down, wetting the paper in front of me. I the book and pencil to the side and brought my knees up to my chest wrapping my arms around them. I looked ahead at myself in the mirror and began to sob. Maybe my mom and sister are right. I slowly got up and went to my draws. I took off my clothes and put on a long t-shirt. I walked over to my nightstand and opened the top draw. After moving some stuff around I finally found what I was looking for. It was staring me in the face. So shiny and tempting. I haven't looked for it in so long but right now it seemed like the only thing that would give me relief.

I slowly took it out and closed the draw and climbed on top of my bed. I pulled my t-shirt up so my thighs were revealed and thought about if I really wanted to go back to that place I was in just one short year ago. That left my mind as I looked across the room at those horrible shoes. I didn't even think twice before I took my blade to the skin on my thigh and moved it watching the little red drops of blood come out of the cut I made. It felt so good to finally do this. It was as if all my pain is slowly going away. And yet again I was cutting myself and even though I know it's the only way I can release my sorrows. So that night I went to bed with a fresh cut on my upper thigh and dried tears on my face.

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I am so sorry! You have every write to hate me. But to make up for it I tried making this one long. It was 3 pages on Word. So I hope you enjoy this chapter and the gif on the side. I out a lot ofmy own emotions into this. So vote fan and comment what you think.

Love, Sienna-Lee

P.S. Thank you so much for the comments on the last chapter. It means so much.