Abby

Part II

"Do you know what happened in your chemistry class?" Mrs. Dowry asked

"No. I don't remember but I heard screaming and breaking glass then I saw a girl on the ground in front of me." I said with my head down.

"Do you know what happened to the girl?" she continued.

I nodded no.

"Well she's stable now in the hospital. The doctors say that she suffered from internal bleeding, a few broken bones, burns to her face and massive head trauma. No one can explain how this happened but some girls who knows her, said that you were next to her when all this happened." she explained now sitting beside me.

" I don't remember Mrs. Dowry. The same girl poured water on me so I wasn't really paying attention to her after that. Then someone pulled my chair and I fell then hit my head so I wasn't exactly attacking her." I said without looking at her.

Sitting here now, I got a chance to see the memeory of it but it only came in flashes, almost like freeze frames of the entire situation. Actually, I don't understand what really happened. I know when I felt pain and got mad, it's when everything started but that's all so this couldn't have been my doing.

"Alright dear, I hope you're ok. If anyone gives you trouble, just let me know." she said leading me out the office.

Mrs. Dowry is a kind woman lady who wants to help but I feel that she somewhat thinks that I hav something to do with it. Thankfully, this situation blew over since Mrs. Dowry told everyone that the room had a gas leak and unstable windows. It defnately did it's job in  calming everyone but some parents still didn't buy what happened to the girl next to me since is also said that the girl was only too close to the blaze and fell along with me, though that wasn't my concern. the people of this town seems to raddled up because of this so this would definatly become a rumour and my mom will soon hear of it then I will be dead. I was right, my mom waited for me outside, in the car and she looked furious. I saw that she analyzed the school's stat and I knew that she would react badly to this. Fear and anxiety flooded my mind and body which put me on egde but I held it together so I can later let it all out. Both of us entered the house but I felt i just won a ticket to hell.

"Abby?" my mom said quietly.

I turned around slowly and she slapped me hard then I fell to the ground from the foreful blow but didn't dare look at her directly. My mind pictured myself back at school again during her rage and laughter echoed in my ears and I started to cry.

"What did I tell you? I told you to stay happy and calm. You almost came close to...."she paused.

"Can't you see? You're a danger to everyone else. I brought you to school to see if you'ree able to control yourself but I should've never et you out of your room." she shouted.

Crap. I'm not afriad of her but afriad of what I could do now because what I felt in school can be made here to and I dont want to harm my mother regardless of what she does to me now. If I caused that much damage without noticing let alone tyring, I can online imagine what I could do if I actually did.

"It's all my fault. I need to  trap the evil I created. It needs to be die before It takes another life.....it can't leave , it won't stop." she mumbled.

" Mom. what are you talking about?" I asked cautiously.

It need to be locked away. " she said as she started to cry.

 Then needs took me by the shirt and dragged me upstairs to the attic. the hard floor was brutal on my back since the floor wasn't so flat when your me right now. The nails on the floor scraped my back and the friction from my mom dragging me, burned of what felt burning to me. Being trapped in my room wasn't somewhere I wanted to be. Normal kids would love to be in teir room all day but it's the place I hate the most. My mom pushed me in my room and slammed the door in front of me. Calling out to her never worked because her 'prayers' would always block it out. I would be stuck in her for days if the situation got any worse. Luckily, it never came to that. For hours, I heard my mom crying an shouting out "save her, kill her" and she would repeat that over and over again. My tears wouldn't matter at this point. One time, she would say that I'm tricking her with my tears so I always shed my tears when she falls asleep. Everything went quiet the moment she double locked the door. My room was empty. There was only a bed, a few shelves, a lamp and a very high window. I felt a lot of emotion inside me as if it all melted together to create a new emotion. As I climbed in bed, I felt no comfort in it, It was cold and hard to hold everything in like a glass of water breaking becuase of it's frozen state.