So apparently Antonio played me. Instead of taking me where I would see the bastards that killed my father. He sent me home with some guy that I don't know or have ever seen. I angrily stomp up to my lifeless room.
I don't really like coming in here. Not anymore. It reminds me of my father. He would always come in here with my mom and Jay to watch movies and just be with me. I remember how he always made time for me and my brother. No matter what.
I look around. My room painted white. Queen sized bed, a table with my laptop and pictures and my walk in closet on one side of the bed while the bathroom is on the other side.
The reason that I've been able to walk into my closet without being in my room is because my father's private office was connected to it.
This room is just filled with memories now. I can't stand the pain. I just sit on the floor looking around. Tears falling from my eyes. My father's gone. He's really gone. I can faintly see my laptop go on with a while bunch of pictures of me and my father . The pictures keep changing. One with just me and my dad, then my mom kissing my dad then me and my brother next to my dad smiling looking up at him with my mom hugging my fathers neck and finally my father looking at the camera.
Tears just keep falling non stop.
I get up and turn up my favorite song . Taking a bucket of paint from my closet with a brush and start screaming and throwing pain all over the walls. Writing 'I MISS YOU' on the walls. And ' I LOVE YOU' next to my fathers name. Falling to the floor I stare at my bed. And look under it to see something shinning. Its a blade. I go under the bed and take it, looking at it, I hold it against my skin.
After one, two, three, four cuts. I look at the blood falling out. My pain quickly fading. Knocking at my door. I hear my moms voice and smile a little ready to pass out. Me in a pool full of my own blood. I fight to stay awake quickly trying to get up and rush to my first aid kit in the bathroom.
I get the alcohol and pour it all over my arm. I hiss at the alcohol. Its stings so bad but I just take some bandages and put them on.
I walked to my speaker and turn it down only to hear my mom scream my name sounding scared.
Slowly walking towards the door I open it and stare at my mom. She looks me up and down
"What did you do to your room? " she gasps
" I gave it a make over..you like?" I ask and she looks at me in the eyes and I break down once again.
She hugs me to her saying " oh Skylar. I know your sad. But you can't do this."
" I miss him mom. " I hug her my voice sounding as if I haven't had something to drink in a long time
" I know baby " she looks down at me then up to my room.
" what are you going to do about my room?"
"I'm going to get someone to pain over all this. What colors do you want?"
"Red and black " I sigh and get up
" okay. Go on get all your things out of here. So nothing will get ruined. "
"Okay mom " she walks away and i start moving things like my laptop to my dads office without letting it touch my cuts. Don't need to feel anymore stinging >_<
"Sky!" My brother runs up to me. With his hair sticking up in all directions
"Yes Jay?"
" I have ice cream " he smiles widely
" and you don't share?" I ask faking being hurt.
" yea I'll share. When there's half a spoon full left" he laughs evilly and runs away. I gently put my laptop down on to the floor and run after him to get me some ice cream too.
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The Blood's Daughter.
Historia CortaHi I'm Skylar Williams. The day of my 10th birthday my father was killed. I was there. I would know. The day of my father's funeral I was named Leader of his gang. I had to take over. While my mother fought to keep me out of the gang life. I was qui...
