" Melinda get your butt up now! If you miss the bus then you're not going to school!" My Aunt Lizzie (or Elizabeth ) shouted from the kitchen. I cant believe that its been three months since my parents, brother and sister left me. Oh well! They arent coming back so might as well just live with it. "Do hear me girl?"
" Yes Elizabeth, I hear you. Even dogs a mile a way could hear you." I replied hastily. I got up and trudged to my closet. What should I wear? Black leggings with a black flannel, black skinny jeans with my Al Time Lo shirt. Yes definitely Al Time Lo. I threw on my clothes tossed on some shoes, grabbed my backpack, and was out. I had to sprint to the bus stop. Luckily I made it right before it drove away.
When I got to school I went to the band room. The band teacher let me play the drums on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. I knocked lightly and peeked in the room. Mrs. Cara waved me in. I tiptoed to the drumset because Mrs. Cara was on a phone call. She hung up the phone and walked over to me. " Hi Mel! I was wondering if you could sing and play the drums at my friends birthday bash? She is gonna be sixteen and the band cancled. We have a piano player and a gutiar player but we need a drummer and a lead singer. I've heard you sing and you are wonderful. Please, please!" Mrs Cara was desperate.
" Yes. Ill do it for you. Can you give me the songs I need to learn? Also when is it?" I answered politely. Mrs. Cara looked worried.
"Umm. About that. Well its this Saturday. And you have to play twelve songs." What! I cant belive that. I really just want to scream. Not at her just in general. " You have to play Perfect by 1D, Best song Ever by 1D, Drag me Down by 1D, When You Sleep by Maranda Lambert, and Ill give you the rest later. But are you still gonna do it on such short notice?" She asked hopefully. I sighed and nodded my head. Mrs. Cara thanked me and went back to her desk. I sat down on the chair ment for the drums. I put down the drumsticks and got out her custom made ones. They were black and had her name ingraved on each stick.
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After school I walked to my Aunts house where I currently live. I opened the door and was ambushed with ALL of my family. They yelled surprise and hugged me for what seemed like forever. I dont like being hugged. Especially when they dont ask first. I only let one person hug me. But he um he is not present in my life right now.
My family brought me gifts and lots of tasty food. Turkey, mashed potatoes, corn, peas, salad, cheesecake, ice cream, and lots of other delicious grub. "Happy Birthday!" My cousin, Tessa, said sweetly. Wait its my birthday. Its my birthday. Oh yeah. Tears filled my eyes. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and walked fastly to the room I sleep in. I shut the door and locked it. I plopped on my bed. I couldn't help thinking that I did everything wrong and I was terrible and thats why my parents and brother and sisters left me.
I got ob my knees and pulled up one of the boards in my floor and got out a box. In the box was my collection. My collection of razer blades. I took out my favorite one. I then pulled up my sleeve and began to cut. As the blade drove against my skin dark, thick blood flowed out and rolled down my arm. After about eight cuts I put the blade back in the box and placed in my special hidding spot.
Blood kept coming out of I cuts. I had to put alot of pressure on them to get them to stop bleeding. When they finally stopped I pulled I sleeve down and freshened up a bit. Then I joined the rest of my family. I acted like everything was fine. Like i wasnt dieing inside. Like there were no cuts on my limbs. Like I wasn't dieing to know why everyone I really loved left me. I thought that they loved me too. I thought that they cared as much as I cared for them. I guess not. I guess no one wants me. My Aunt Lizzie was forced to have me. She didn't want me.
