What she said- Was it necessary?
It was dinner time, around 7 o'clock.
We, as in myself, my mother Cecily, and my
adoptive sister Lacie had all sat down at the table.
Dinner was pizza and bread sticks, I gagged at the thought of it.
Cecily and Lacie made their plates, piling the grease on-top of one another.
I held on to my water and slowly sipped it to quench my hunger.
Lacie was home again from being "sick"
Yet, here she was eating loads of grease and fats that could make a sick person throw up in seconds.
"Lacie, you shouldn't be eating this, are you even sick?
you should be having soup instead."
Lacie wouldn't listen to me, so I kept repeating myself.
"You know what! At least I don't slice up my arms."
I pulled away from the dinning table without saying a word.
I walked downstairs into my room and closed the door.
I took 300 mg of quetapine and fell asleep.
5 o'clock
It was around five in the afternoon, I received a phone call from the public school of arts.
I had a private cello lesson with Mr. Durret due to my mental disabilities,
I had to work in a much, much smaller and less active group.
I reached the building around 5:30 or so.
My mother waved goodbye and right before she waved,
I looked across the street to see a man that seemed familiar until,
I blinked to find he was never there.
The building was a medium sized. It had a eerie feeling to it
ever since I started learning and playing here.
I wore a leather jacket with denim jeans, and brown boots.
The typical every day style.
YOU ARE READING
Blind
Teen FictionSherry tries living a normal life, except things from her past continue to haunt her. Sherry turns to self destruction and the comfort of strangers. Like a sad symphony, even more than just her cello speaks.
