~3 months later~
I lay in bed, the chill of the wind hitting my half covered body. I winced over at my open window. I shivered at just the sight of the snow covering the land below. I have been locked up in my room for a few days now. The calls from Kris have stopped finally. I’ve seen her face at school in the halls sometimes. I just scurry along as she tries to talk to me. I can’t face her. I just can’t. Not only did she find me being abused by her brother but he was also my boyfriend. It had been going on for a few months. I started to resist his touch once David became more aggressive with me. I didn’t like the feel of his hands roaming over my body. He treated me like I was just a puppet that had no feelings at all.
“Ivy, Sweetie. Would you please open up the door? We need to talk.” My mother said through my poster-covered door. I got up from my comfy bed and stood for a few seconds just holding the doorknob contemplating if I should open it or not. I made my choice and opened it a jar. There my mother stood with a coffee mug in her hand.
“Mom I’m not in the mood. Whatever it is it can wait.” I stated as I grabbed the mug from her grasp. She glared at me with her bright green eyes that I’ve always envied. Damn you recessive genes.
“Ivy I am worried about you! I have been home more recently and have noticed that you just mope around. Is there something you wanna talk about? How’s Kris been these days? How’s David…” I cut her off. “Kris and I aren’t talking anymore and we broke up. Well I hope David got the memo when I stopped responding to his calls and texts. I don’t wanna talk about it just let me mope and go back to your life of ignoring me!” I slammed the door in her face. The nerve of that woman. She is never home to even notice what I do. It has always been that way for us. My father left when I was an infant and she can’t even look at me without talking about how much of a dick he is. Apparently my eyes remind me of him. My mother will never forget how I am the reason he left us. When I agree with him to get the hell away from my mother. She just doesn’t understand that spending all her time at work or out on dates would affect me. What mother doesn’t notice the scars or bruises all over her daughter’s body? Or that she is just as broken as her abandoned mother? I know one thing and that I will never open up to a guy again when I know it will end in me broken.
I am all bundled up in winter coat, beanie, gloves, scarf, and boots. I love snow but it can be a pain in the ass as I try to get to school. I usually ride the bus in the mornings but my bus driver decided to be 10 minutes early so here I am with my headphones in walking down the icy path through town. A thin sheet of snow is plastered on the rocky pavement. It crunches beneath my feet every step I take. Starring Role by Marina and The Diamonds comes on my shuffle. I nod my head to the beat and start to sing. Not realizing I was drawing attention to myself I see a hooded figure approach me. It’s him. It’s the boy who saved me. I never did catch his name.
“Your voice…where did you learn to sing like that?” The beautiful boy said as he stood directly in front of me. I was going to be late for school at this rate.
“My dad taught me when I was little I guess. What are you doing here? I need to get to school.” I responded “Just out for a stroll. Wait don’t go!” He grabbed my wrist and I winced. I tore my arm away from his grip and clutched my new scars and the burning sensation now there. He must’ve noticed and pulled my jacket up to reveal the wounds.
“Why…?” His voice cracked as tears rimmed his eyes. Why does he care? No one ever cares. My friend Kris doesn’t get it. She thinks I’m a freak and that I should stop because I am just doing it for attention. People at school say I’m a depressed emo since I wear so much eye make up. Who are they to judge…they don’t get me. They don’t KNOW ME! No one does.
“I have to go. I’m sorry” I sprint away as the cool air hits my face. I keep running and don’t look back for I know if I did I would run right back to him. I hear a distant noise that resembled something like “My name’s Michael.” Michael. Michael.
