The voices in my head

Chapter 3

I woke up in the nurses room with an ice pack against my head. I hiss out in pain as I try to sit up, I look around at my surroundings and see no one in sight. I lift my self of the bed and start heading for the door, only to see my reflection on the mirror.

I pause in my tracks and stare. My blond hair is knotted and covered in black paint, my clothing ruined as well. I look into my dull eyes and see the tears streaming down my face. How could they be so cruel?
I walk out of the office and grab my bag from under the desk. I head out of the front gate and take my 15minute walk home.

I grab my keys from the front pocket of my school bag and walk through the front door. Dads at work and mums working at the canteen at my sisters school. I have 2 younger sisters Allison who is 2 and a half years younger than me and Milly who is 5 years younger than me. I trudge up the stair case and walk into my bedroom door to grab a new out fit. My room is fairly plain and small, it has white walls a black bed and books on shelves on the wall opposite my window. I undress and head into the shower using nearly a whole shampoo bottle to get the paint out.

I hop out of he shower and look at my self in the mirror.
My blond hair is just hanging by my head, resting against my chest. I have green lifeless eyes and faded freckles on my checks. I'm just a wall-flower, another ordinary person who is wasting up space on this Earth.

I quickly dry off and get dressed. I walk out of my bathroom and into my bedroom to check the time. I curse under my breath as I realise my mother is probably already home. I walk down the stairs to see my mum in the kitchen.

"I got an interesting phone call from school today" mum says.
" cool" I mumble back.
" where are the girls?" I muttered trying to change the subject.
"At rep netball try outs and tutoring"
"Grace what happened today?"
"Nothing ok?"
"No it's not okay. What happened?"
"Just kids mum"
"What kids?" I clenched my hands at the side, hoping to bring pain through that, then have to keep going through this.
"Grace I said what kids?"
I let out an exasperated sigh " No one"
"GRACE!" She shouted
" I SAID NO ONE!"
"Leave it ok?" I whispered as my mind went back to what happened.
"No, Grace it is not ok someone poured paint on you"
" Oh so this matters now does it?"
"Yes it does sweetie"
Tears burned at the back of my eyes as anger took over.
"Why because this embarrasses you?
It brings shame? Because I swore when I told you earlier I was getting bullied you let it slide but now? When it oh, so embarrasses you it matters!"
I slam the palms of my hands against the kitchen bench and look up at my mother.

She puts on her emotionless facade and says "go to your room Grace you can miss out on diner"
" I said you wouldn't care" I whisper back as I run up the steps and into my bedroom making sure to slam the door behind.