Listen To Me

Part 2 (Mia)

                                                                                 Mia

I get home from the worst day at school, oh wait that was yesterday when those assholes locked me in the janitors closet. But today was just as bad, every time I walked past one of his friends they just started to laugh and wisper amongst eachother. I tried to ignore Jake as much as I could but today we practically had every class together and I catched him glaring at me a lot, as always.

I try to get to my room as fast as I can before she sees me, but I was too slow.

"why are you so late again" my mother says with that tone like she actually cares, but in honestly she just wanted to know what was so important that I couldn't come home and help her with house work and with my siblings.

"I was just with my friend" hoenstly I was so tired and especially tired for fighting with her right now.

I roll my eyes as she says "well I told you yesterday that today I'm gonna need you to help me with stuff, I needed you to be here, you know that I can't do it all alone" her voice got louder.

"I'm sorry I was busy and forgot" I say as I turned around and walked to my room to avoid an argument but she started to yell and as always I just ignore it.

As I get to my room it hits me like everyday that I'm alone, even if I have 3 siblings I still feel alone. I just started a new school, but some how still get bullied, I had to change school's because I was getting bullied for my weight, ever since I was 9 years old. I thought, new school means new beginnings, guess I was wrong.

My first day I saw Jake sit alone so sat next to him started to talk to him but he just ignord me. From then on out he just glares at me and makes a disgusting face whenever I try to sit next to him.

I stand from my bed and walk over to my mirror that I have covered with a scarf, I took the scarf off and look at myself like really look at myself. i have blonde hair that go a little over my breasts, I have glasses and hazel blue eyes. I'm pretty big, as people say 'fat', I'm pretty tall. I look at my tattoo on my arm that I got to cover my scars from when I used to cut myself.

Nothing special, nothing pretty, nothing guys willingly look at.

It's 10:45pm so I go brush my teeth and wash my face. I walk to my bed and think about how tommorow is gonna be another missereble day.

I started cutting when I was 14, my mom found out when I was 15, by the time I turned 16, she booked a tattoo artist to cover them up. That's how she is, make your mistakes dissapear and act like nothing happend. Not that I'm mad about the tattoo, it's beautiful.

I have 3 siblings, 2 younger sisters and 1 older brother. I'm 17 and Mason is 2 years older than me, he has dark brown hair and hazel eyes, all of mom's children have her eyes, Danny is 7 years old and she has light brown hair that almost looks blonde, and then the youngest Emmy she is 2, she has light brown hair and cute little smile.

When my brother was younger and I was not yet born, something happend to him and he almost died, so mom has always been very protective of him, Danny is second to youngest so she is also very special to mom, Emmy is the youngest so obviosly she is also very special.

Me? there's nothing special about me, I'm more like a parent in this house rather than a kid.

I was 10 when my mom and dad divorced so I had to step in. It should have been my brother but mom wouldn't have let that happen since he's her boy.

I can't wait till I get out of here and never look back. That is why I keep going, the thought of leaving and living for myself and no one else. That is the thing that lets me sleep at night. 

And that's what's going through my mind as I fall asleep.