Living with the Dead

Chapter 2

July 10th, 2014
It was an awful day. I had been wanting to run the Atlanta Peach Tree for a whole year now and my aunt told me sign ups were in April. Turns out it was March a whole month before April so we were too late.
I watched the runners run and have a good time while I miserably sat here not running.
It was 6 days later and I still haven't gotten over the fact that I didn't get to run. Now you'd think my parents would try to cheer me up... Nah they didn't give a crap about me. As far as their concerned I'm just another fuck up in their damn life.
I continually watched re-runs of the race sulking in the shadows.
"Now you can't just sit here be sorry for yourself." My mom said coming into the room.
Now my mom sounds nice but I swear she's a demon. She takes everything out on me and my dad.
Like for example if there wasn't something she wanted done her way she would get mad and take it out on us. So say we were decorating for a party. If the cake wasn't placed exactly where she wanted it she would get moody the rest of the day and yell like a retarded bitch at us.
"I'm not sitting here feeling sorry for myself, it's just this is my dream. To run the Peach Tree and know that I accomplished something in life! I want to be somebody... To be heard and noticed."
"Well your not gonna get anywhere right here and Besides its too hot out there. You can't freaking run a 10K."
See what I have to live with!? I have to hear everyday "you can't do this it's too hard". I believe I can do it and that's all that matters.
"I'll show you..." I mumbled.
"What did you say?" My mom said raising one eyebrow.
"Nothing." I said quickly going to my room.
I'm a depressed teen and this is just the tip of the iceberg. For one thing I have a horrible past. I am adopted from India and I lived in a poor village. My birth mom or as I'd like to call her my real mom couldn't take care of me so she left me in the dead of winter. It's a shame she couldn't save me but my new family was just awful.
I will never forget that moment when I was ten and was abused for the first time by my mother. She got in a mood and pulled on me. Like yanked on my arm and pulled hard trying to drag me into another room. My feet tried to grip the wooded floor and I held on the the table for dear life. My aunt saw and had a long talk about what she did. My mom apologized but did I mention I didn't forgive her. Til this day I still am mad and I can't look at her the same.
Now that was an awful day. I have never told anyone that before. I thought a real mother was supposed to be kind and caring and nice. To love you and help you when you fall. Well my mom didn't help me when I fell down she just gave an extra push. A metaphor here people it's a metaphor.
Now I went to sleep and woke up to gray clouds and pouring rain. Figures... With my luck. I sighed and decided to text Nepal and apologize.
"Hey Nepal things got pretty bad yesterday. I'm sorry that they did. I honestly want to hang out with you but I'm just going through a lot right now I hope you understand"
I put down my phone and headed out to the park. I always went to the park to go on my morning run so I could train for the Peach Tree and read a book on a nice park bench.
As I read a book two girls passed me on the path.
"Oh look it's Indonesia with her retarded books." The first girl- Sidney snatched the book out of my hand and casually ripped a page out of the book. "Oops did I do that?" Sidney said innocently. Then the other girl- Megan slapped me leaving a mark on my right cheek.
"Can you please give me my book back?" I asked calmly.
"Oh look she can speak!" Megan said.
Sidney was taller than me and raised the book high out of reach. "Do you want something?" Sidney asked.
I scowled and jumped to grab the book book but Sidney quickly threw it to Megan who tossed the book in the lake.
I ran and dove into the water which was extremely cold. I grabbed the book and swam back up to shore where Sidney and Megan continuously took photos that were probably going to end up on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Vine, YouTube, Snapchat, Pinterest, Tumblr, and Kik in just 10 minutes. They both had like 1000 followers and I'm like what the fuck they don't even know 1000 people and half of them are strangers.
See that's what I hate about social media. The popular bitches post photos of them looking sexy and say their ugly and their retarded followers take pity and tell them their beautiful and have nice asses and bullshit like that. I could go on but their not worth it.
Now I went home and knocked on the door.
My mother opened it and said "have a nice run-" then her mouth gaped open at my clothes. A frog jumped out from my bra and my mom literally had a heart attack.
I ran upstairs to my room as quickly as I could before she could yell at me and took a shower. Then I tore apart the wet pages that were stuck together and fanned them out with a hairdryer. The ends of the pages were wrinkled and dry like parchment paper. I put the book on my bookshelf and went to check my phone to see if Nepal texted back.
And sure enough he did. My phone was blown up with messages here's how they went.
Nepal:
"Hey Indonesia it did get bad yesterday and I'm the one who should be apologizing. I shouldn't have rushed you and I understand. Maybe we could go see a movie soon?"
"Hey have you seen this video of you jumping in the lake to save a book!? It's all over YouTube and Vine!"
I slapped my forehead with my hand and moaned, and that's a typical day for me.