The voices in my head

Chapter 5

I've been here for an hour now.
Sweat is sneaking it's way onto my skin, my hands are clammy and my body is shaking. I need to get out of here.

"Grace are you okay?" Mrs Trace asks.
"I'm fine. Can I leave now?" I mumble back, I rub the palms of my hands up and down the top of my jeans in anticipation. You could see on her face she didn't want to let me go but I was already walking towards the door.

"Grace I hope next time we meet I may get something from you?" She raises her eyebrows in a questionably manner. "Yeah, well I hope there won't be a next time" I say a bit to harshly and slam the door behind me. "Well that's an hour of my life I won't get back." I mumble under my breath.

I walk straight past my mother and towards the car and wait for her there.
"So how was it sweetie?" She ask in a happy voice. To happy for my liking.
I roll my eyes "oh, it was fantastic! We had a cup of tea and talked about doctor who." I said sarcastically "how the hell do you think it went!" I respond icily and throw in a glare. "That is no way to speak to your mother!" She shouts back at me as she turns the car into our street.

"Well you told me to treat people the way they treat you and that's exactly what I'm doing!" I say exasperated.
"You go straight to your room as soon as we get home young lady!" She yells just as we pull up to the drive way. "Whatever" I mumble back as I unbuckle my seat belt and get out of the car whilst slamming the door behind me.

I trudge up the stair case and in to my bedroom and shut my door behind me.
I lay my head against the door as the tears trail down my checks and down to the floor. My shoulders shake as a sob leaves my mouth and my body slides down to the floor. I bring  my hands up to my hair and pull at the strands. Why? I'm filled with anger as my body keeps on shaking, I hate being weak. I hate it. I crumble my body into a ball and slowly fall asleep.

I woke up some time later with sticky checks and salty lips. I roll over to see my door and realise I must of fallen asleep on the floor. I slowly sit up and my body's aching, I look at my clock to see it's 9:00pm. I mumble 'un lady like' words as I slowly walk down the stairs.
"She's not healthy Ben!" I hear my mum yell at my dad. I quickly hide behind the kitchen wall and ears drop in what they're saying.
"I know sweet heart but we need to support her through her hard times as a family, not send her away!" My dad shouts back. "But Ben, I know an amazing boarding school were Grace can be helped so much" my heart clenches at my mums words. "It's like a rehab program, it can get her on her feet and bring her back to normal" my mum says smoothly. "It'll only be a year." Tears burn at the back of my eyes at the words she is saying. How could she? I quickly turn around to run up the stairs only to trip over my foot and fall. My parents run into the room and see me on the stair case. My dad's eyes shine with remorse whilst my mothers show no emotion at all.

"How could you!" I scream as tears fall down my face without my permission. "Grace now list-" "no you listen hear mother" I say with distaste. " do I seriously embarrass you that much mother? Am I that much of a mistake? You have to send me away!" My voice cracks at the end. I head into the kitchen to get a glass of  water as my throat feels sore with all the crying. I rest the palms of my hands on the marble bench as I start talking again. "Do you just want me to leave so you can have a perfect little family, so I'm not in the way!" My voice raises with each word I say. "You want me to go to a school were I can learn to be normal mother is that what you said earlier? A place I can learn to be normal!" I all but scream as I slam the palms of my hands on the bench. "Does it sicken you to see the scars on my skin? Dear mother I know you've seen them. I'm just curious as to when you were going to mention it?" I whisper with distaste.

I slowly walk over to the sink to put my glass in there but instead I smash it. I watch as the blood runs down my fingertips and on to the tiles. I give a humourless laugh as I hear my parents gasp. "Does it make you happy mother to see me this broken?" My voice cracks on the last word.

I stumble past them and back up to my bedroom, only remembering their shock faces as they saw all the blood which was dripping down my hand.