Fix Me

Chapter 12.

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"Get up." My eyes shot open as someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of bed roughly. I stumbled to gain some balance in my half-asleep state.

"Where's our fucking breakfast?" Mom glared at me from the door as Gerald let my wrist go.

I glanced at my watch, it was almost six in the morning, they were never up at six. I knew not to mention that though, it would only make them angry.

"I-I'll make it right now," I said.

"Then fucking do it, I'm starving here." Gerald spat annoyed as he shoved me.

I nodded and went to the kitchen.

After I got home, I thought maybe I would get some sleep but my mom complained about how dirty the house was... it wasn't dirty, but I was made to clean the entire thing and finished just before eleven. Even then, I still hadn't gotten sleep until one in the morning because apparently I missed some spots. I hadn't, they had just spilt their beers on the floor when I was done.

I stretched my sore muscles as I reached the kitchen and reached to pull my hair from my face but I stopped as pain shot through my shoulder. Pulling my t-shirt collar down slightly caused me to grimace at the stab the glass had left in my skin. I remember falling onto a broken beer bottle... I sighed pulling the fabric back over my skin. I should clean it before it gets infected...

I cooked food for them quickly before leaving for school as swiftly as possible.

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School had run by pretty fast, I hadn't seen Damien at all and no one seemed to be saying anything new about me so maybe I had been wrong to assume he was a jerk and would show everyone the book...

I was walking to Mr Creed's classroom because he had called for me on the intercom. I wasn't willing to risk detention and figured he was going to ask if I was alright since he seemed so concerned about me for some reason, and I could get the work I missed yesterday. I entered his classroom and walked up to his desk.

"Uhm... Y-you called me?" I mumbled slowly.

"Yes." He gave a smile as he walked by me. I turned around watching him walk to the door. I froze as he turned his keys in it and I heard it lock.

"What are you doing? Why- why'd you lock the door?" I asked staring at the man at the door shocked and a little afraid.

"Because I know you're going to leave before I get my point across, Hannah." He said, "What happened in class yesterday? Are you okay?" I nodded. He sighed looking at me seriously. "Look, whatever happened, whatever you're going through, it can't be bad enough to make you hurt yourself that way!" He motioned to my arm.

I instinctively lifted my hands to my arms, I felt like they were exposed even though my sleeves still covered them. I had been feeling that way a lot lately at school.