At War With Myself

Chapter 4

“Sarah, time for dinner! Hurry up before your plate’s cold!” I wasn’t really feeling hungry, I just wanted to go to bed and brace myself for school tomorrow.

“I’m not hungry Andrew, I’m going to bed night. See you in the morning.” I closed my door and then changed into pajamas; It was nice to be in fluffy clothes, I missed their warmth and comfort. My feet slipped under my covers and I dug my face into my pillow. I tucked my hands underneath the pillow for a cold and hot combo; This is the only way I could sleep.

I slept for a good 2 hours, but was awaken by the noise of someone pounding on my door. Suddenly the door opened and it was Andrew; He looked furious.

“What’s your problem,” I said. “Ever since I’ve been here you’ve been giving me dirty looks and treating me all strange and I don’t get it.”

“I’m mad. You shouldn’t be back here. Ever since you were born trouble came over this family; Mom got pregnant with you, dad left us. You broke your wrist, we all had to suffer and eat cheaper and grosser food for months to pay for your surgery. You were being bullied for your looks, we had to move to a house we COULDN’T afford and now we can’t even afford renovations because we had to pay for your rehab. You’re a waste of life; and not eating dinner with us, are you serious? Cami has been so excited to share a meal with you and prepared your favorite dish and you didn’t even say thanks or come down to see it. I wish you were never born, you’re a waste of life.” I felt the water forming in my eyes, I turned and faced the wall.

“Maybe you should’ve just let me die when I took all those pills; would’ve saved you the trouble of me being in your life. Maybe mom should’ve had an abortion, or maybe I should’ve been drown at birth.” I continued on until I heard the door open and then close. I turned and he was no longer there. That night I cried myself to sleep, wondering why life was so bad.