"This is all your fault...you made him like this." My mother growled, labored breaths coming out of her mouth. The words stung, piercing through me like a knife.
"If you hadn't....if you hadn't" I could see the look of trying to find a reason to hate me painted over her features. I just breathed. Breathing, right. Let's do that...in...out....in....out. Don't listen to her. Block her out. Think of Dan. Imagine yourself away from her, away from here, in England, with him. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Don't have a panic attack. You're fine, you're fine.
"Don't just stand there! Look at me!" My chin started to quiver, fear flickering in my eyes. I could feel my eyes stinging, tears threatening to fall. I did as she said. I only saw hatred in her face. I did the only defense mechanism I knew how to do. I looked down at my black combat boots and hugged my stomach, a tear falling from my eyes.
"Mom, please," I peeped, my voice rattly.
"What? I can't hear you! Speak up!" She mocked. I looked up at her once again, clearly seeing the position of power she had over me. I hugged myself even tighter, hunching over. I could feel my stomach churn and my chin stop shaking as I saw her pick up a mug. I looked closely at it, reading the words that were imprinted on the pristine, white glass.
Northern Downpour sends its love.
It felt like a firm pillow had hit my head, at first. Then the glass started to burst. I could feel the glass cut through the surface of my skin. Loud, sheer screeches of the glass shattering rang in my ears. I saw the several pieces of glass on the dusty, cardboard-like floor that I lay on.
Northern Downpour sends its love.
YOU ARE READING
aesthetic. (dan howell)
أدب الهواة(COMPLETED) blackaesthetic: if this isn't dodie im terribly sorry but you are now my new friend dhowell: Who is this? blackaesthetic: your customized contact name is now 'new friend' ü "I would say that I missed you, but...you never went away."
