There Once Was

5. my life as a hole

I gently applied the cover up to hide the scars. My mother always said "real men don't use makeup" and the cashier always gives an odd look at me when I buy it myself. A 10 year old boy, buying makeup? Where are his parents? How did he get here? It is the same questions every time. And it is the same answer everytime. "Mommy wanted me to get this for her" "she is in the car" "she says if I'm not back in 2 minutes she is calling the police" why do you talk about your mother as if she loves you. Trust me, I've been asking that for years, I still don't have an answer. Just go and get your unloved ass to school. And while you are at it, you need to get more makeup for you ugly ass face. I looked and it was true, I did need to get more. I had 10 dollars, I would go to Walmart after school today. Just then my mother burst into the room and I knew she was planning on saying something about how I'm such a lazy person, and I need to get ready for school and get and education do I can actually do something with my worthless life. But what she didn't see was that I was already ready. I already had my socks and shoes on, and I already had everything I needed. So she just looked around and said go to school. I was tempted to smile and say "yes dear sweet mother" but I knew she would tell my father, which would then because... bad things to happen to me. So I just started walking downstairs. I got to the door and had a bad feeling. But even so I didn't hesitate, I opened the door and I saw a girl, playing her music... and wearing long sleeves...