~ Internally bleeding ~

Chapter Two

I wake up to the noise of shuffling. I grab the pillow next to me and sink my head into it. The noise dissolves in the hallway and I take the pillow away from my face. As I try to go back to sleep I hear my moms high heels smashing into the floor. I bet it's those hideous maroon ones with the tiny flower at the side.

"LEILA WAKE UP!" My mom yells from outside. Scream louder mom I don't think China can hear you.

"I'm up," I groan rolling out of bed.

"LEILAAAA," Uhm hello didn't I just say I'm up.

"MOM..I'm up," I call out while sitting up.

My mom walks into the room wearing a black and white sparkly dress with the ugly Maroon shoes I predicted she would wear. She's not even matching. I can't lie the color of it is nice but the way they look on her is not a pleasant sight. These shoes make her feet look bloated and all red, it's just,

"Did you here what I said?" My mom says interrupting my mean thoughts about her ugly shoes.

"Yeah," I lie.

"Ok..?" She narrows her eye. "Then what did I say?" Jesus I hate when parents do that.

"Nothing," at least I'm giving her an answer.

"No," she shakes her head. "Your father and I are going out today so can you please watch out for your little sister. Okay?"

"What why?!" I can't watch that little rusted pop tart, she is too much to handle.

"I just told you why," she stares at me with her hands on her hips. "Just get dressed, Now." She says firmly while she buries her perfectly painted nails into my drawer.

"Why?" Why do I have to dress like a damn princess, when I'm just going to the kitchen to eat waffles?

"Because I said so. Now stop with the ignorant questions and put this on." She throws a pair of black ripped jeans and a neon green crop top and kicks a pair of black low/high heels to me. I'm glad my mom has some taste.

"Cover your belly if you are going to wear that crop-top." My mom says turning on her heal to walk out.

"How do I wear a crop top without showing my belly. Especially with this one," I hold up the green shirt. "This shirt is the size of an ants body length."

She turns around and snatches the shirt out of my hand. "Then wear another shirt." She says tossing the shirt through the air.

Before I can get up she walks over to my dresser and shuffles through the pile of clothes I just stuffed in there when I was cleaning two days ago.

"Don't forget to call us when you take both your sister and brother to the park." She doesn't turn around.

"I'm not bringing them anywhere." I say crossing my arms. I know she can't see me but I don't care.

"You really need to clean this drawer again. It's a mess!" She says totally dodging what I said.

"I'm not bringing them anywhere." I repeat, slower this time.

"Try this." She says throwing a mud yellow sweatshirt to me.

"Mother." I stand up and walk over to her throwing the shirt on my bed. "I'm. Not. Bringing. Them. Anywhere." I say sternly.