Shattered To The Ground

Two

My mom exited my room, I breathe in and out. I know High School is hard, and I know I won't make any friends in a year there, instead I'll probably get bullied.

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4:00 pm

The next day, I went shopping for clothes and things. I just felt that I need to buy things for school. I looked at my phone and it viewed '4:05 pm' , "I have to get home by 6:00 pm." I whispered to myself.

I went shopping for clothes and while I was buying, someone bumped to me. "Oh my fucking god, are you blind?!" I cried, and a guy turned to me. "Well no, I'm not. But I'm sorry. Now let's forget that I bumped in to you, so you and I can leave each other alone."

I nodded and continued walking. I'm a poor introvert, but by checking out Fashion Pin Walls, I do find myself fashionable.

I went home at 5:15. I breathe in and out, and walked in. My mom was alone, and my dad was no where to be seen, when I was about to ask she quickly answered. "He left with his slut."

And to this, I sat beside her and smiled, "You really love him do you?" Mom nodded, trying so hard to smile.

"I love him, but he doesn't love me back. I don't deserve a bastard like him." She answered "Mom, we should forget bastards like him. Let's just live life happily without him."

"But you--" I cut what she was supposed to say "I don't need a dad to be happy." I gladly spoke. She nodded and went to the kitchen to cook while I went upstairs.

-

I fitted the clothes I bought. One was a tie dye crop top, which I didn't like but was totally worth buying. One was ripped jeans. One was a black sweater that had "Shut up" in white letters, I also bought black converse sneakers, and probably a red flannel. I thought those were enough since I got a lot of clothes and they were.

Hopefully my life gets better.

-

I breathe carefully and realized it was being quite chilly here in Seattle. A few weeks, and September is here. Fall is here.

Fall. Autumn. The season where school starts. The season where school fucking starts. And I fucking swear that I'll die.

That night, I heard a noise outside the house. A noisy knock on the door. I was about to go downstairs to check but my mom stopped me "Don't, I know it's your dad. Stay inside, wear your earphones, listen to music, don't listen to our noise." She mumbled. I nodded and went back at my room.

I shut the door and locked it. I wore my earphones and put my volume to max.

"Don't make me sad, don't make me cry
Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough
I don't know why
Keep making me laugh,
Let's go get high
The road is long, we carry on
Try to have fun in the meantime"

Breathe. Breathe.

"WHERE WERE YOU?!" I can still hear them. Upset. Depressed. "I'M SO SICK OF YOU SHOUTING ON ME!"

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT YOU CHEAT." Suddenly it  was all silent. I didn't hear anything mumbles. It was quite quiet but I know they were still shouting but a bit more silent. I knew it came to me again. Yes, it was depression.