Not For Your Ears: When Roses Bleed

Chapter 3

I almost yelled in anger when I saw that all my art was on the kitchen table with my mom crying and a Brett that seemed frustrated.

"What are you doing with those?"

I asked trying not to gra it all and kill them right there.

"You have some talent, being able to draw like this, but let me ask you, how long have you been feeling like this?"

Brett spoke up.

"What, you mean anger? Easy Since you came through the front door." I spat out.

"Don't talk to us that way. We are your parents." Brett Bellowed.

"You were never my dad!"

I yelled back.

"Stop it! Both of you!"

We were both silent as we stared at my mother.

"Now Amy, we are sending you to a special place where you can get help and go to school. Since you have suicidal emotions." She said giving a reason.

"No butts or nothing, you leave in an hour so go pack." Brett said.

I grabbed my art and walked back to the bedroom, pissed off. Oh how I could easily just slip into temptations to kill them. But no, I am a human, and I deal with shit.

I was throwing everything into the small suitcase that Brett gave me. My art was first, then the clothes that I liked to wear, then my sneakers, and then hair stuff and my tooth brush.

I screamed into a pillow. I had to. otherwise I probably wouldve taken it out of the clothes...which would be weird.

A knock was at my door an hour later.

"You ready?"

I looked to see my mom standing there. I quietly took my stuff and headed to the car. It was all a silent car ride. The quietness was killing me.

"We are going to miss you." My mother said kindly.

"Oh save it, you never cared about me so don't even start. I bet your sending me away so you wouldn't have to deal with it."

My mom froze.

"No. It is not the problem. It is you and your attitude."

"I only have one because of him!" I glared at the back of the head covering. It was then quiet. I saw the school in our view as we pulled up. It honestly looked like a hotel I quickly grabbed my stuff, and without another word I walked to the front entrance where I was met by a cold air conditioner and a shiny front desk.