Broken Home (m.g.c)

1| walking into walls

Dad turned on the radio, of course he picked 60's country. He turned a bit in his seat so that he could face me, he had a big smirk on his face knowing that I hated this music.

"Honey can you change it?" Mum asked, giving him a smile as she held his hand that wasn't gripping the steering wheel.

Dad pressed a button and One Direction blasted through the stereo. A Cheshire grin started growing on my face as I turned to face my brother.

"Oh no" he sighed, knowing what was about to happen.

"YOU AND I! WE DON'T WANT TO BE LIKE THEM" I shout at the top of my lungs, causing everyone in the car to cringe.

It all happened in slow motion after that. Before Nathan could tell me to shutup, before Dad could change the station again and before Mum could say anything. Our car swerved and I screamed.

My eyes sprung open and I sat up. I panted heavily, as I wiped the tears from under my eyes. It was all just a dream, I would never have to go through that again.

I turned a bit to look at my alarm clock,
7:59 a.m. Of course I woke up a minute before my alarm, just my luck. I turned off my alarm not wanting it to go off and aggravate Nathan, college has been stressing him out a lot lately.

I got up and headed over to my mess of a closet and grabbed a pair of black sweatpants, a white tank top and a red flannel. Tip toeing to the bathroom hoping not to wake him up, I slowly opened the bathroom door. Cringing when it creaked extremely loud.

I looked in the mirror and sighed at my reflection, it was the same old me.

I grabbed foundation and took some of the powder on my brush, applying it over the purple bruise on my shoulder and neck area. I guess you could say I was clumsy? Or at least that's what people thought.
I applied little mascara, and some lip gloss. Even though, it was only the second day of school, I was not in the mood for looking nice. Thus ending with my hair up messily and my glasses on.

I slipped on a pair of neon socks, before heading downstairs. Picking up a few beer cans along the way. I walked into the kitchen, lightly tossing the cans into recycling. I then, opened the fridge to see that we had no food..again. Looks like I wasn't eating breakfast today.

Sighing, I closed the fridge door and sat down at the dining table. I pulled out my history binder and started writing my research paper. I know, I know, it's not due for another month but I might as well get it out of the way now; then I have more time for other things.

For the project we had to focus on the history of any country, everyone in my class of course chose Australia. I, on the other hand chose Canada. No one knows that I lived there for five years, so I should ace this.
Mr.Hanely, my history teacher wants the class to get the project out of the way now so that we can just watch movies for the rest of the semester. I actually really like him, he's one of my favourite teachers except for the fact that he gave us a project on the first day.

Chuckling to myself, I looked at the text that popped up on my phone, I remembered when Erika and me first met. She was the weird girl who was always eating cheese fries. I remember asking her a fry and she gave me one, for our kindergarten class that was a big deal because she never gave anyone a fry. It was the start of a beautiful friendship.

"What are you laughing about?" asked a hoarse voice.

I looked up seeing it was Nathan, I sighed knowing what was coming. But before he could yell at me my phone buzzed.

Nathan's eyes landed on my phone, then back up at me. He looked panicked for a moment, his left hand shaking. I knew he was off his medication because he was always paranoid and moody. Anyone would guess that, that was just the alcohol causing him to act like that; but he is my brother and I knew him better than anyone.