The real thing

Chapter one

The sharp pinch of my blade, the distant sounds of laughter, and the thump of my heart. I don't remember when this started or why. All I know is that a long time ago, I was a happy person, always smiling a real smile, not my fake one I often use now. My life was once well, perfect. Then one day in grade five, that happy person left me. that one day in grade five was the first time I experienced betrayal, heartbreak and found out the secrets of my family. Grade five wasn't the worse grade. It was grade six that went down hill. "Elizabeth! dinner time!" That's my mother, also known as Lisa. I rather skip dinner but my mom see, she isn't really sympathetic towards my depression. "coming." I threw my blades back in my drawer and slammed it shut. "Elizabeth! now!!" See? she just doesn't care. I walked down the stairs and was enveloped by the smell of something. Whatever it was, made me sick to my stomach. "Ew! Elizabeth's bleeding" I looked down at my wrist, noticing I was indeed bleeding. "Oh, yeh I was moving stuff around my room. there was a nail sticking out of my stand." My mom looked convinced and Cece, my sister had walked back to the table. "Do we have any band-aids?" "No Cece thought it would be fun to stick them on her doll." I looked at my sister. "Looky lizabeth dolly had boo-boos! I fix her though!" "Good job!" I forced a smile, and walked to the table to sit down. Mother put something that looked like food in front of me. I poked it with my fork and mother looked at my disapprovingly. "What?" "Just eat it." I rolled my eyes. "Fine." I shoved a forkful of whatever it is, in my mouth, chewed, and swallowed. As soon as I felt the food go down, it came back up and when I said 'come back up' I mean all over my mom. "Upstairs. NOW!!!" She did not look happy... I stomped up the stairs and slammed my door. Why was she like that? Why doesn't she cook something that didnt look like baby puke?