Stolen Heart

gone to heaven

I had one more lesson to get through then i had a week off school. Im so glad to get away from everything and everyone at school even though today had been okay i guess. Less names less beatings and yeah didnt mean they stopped but yeah less. Last lesson was maths. I like maths , the teacher says im good at it that's why he always picks on me. I get called a geek and freak ect.. which is why i never raise my hand for anything.

I wanted to be brave...
So i slowly put my pale, shaking hand in the humid air. I hear my name being said. Faces turn to mine. Heart beating out of my chest, as i continue to say the answer to the equation. Before i knew names were being flung in my direction from every inch of the room.

Eventually the hour past. As soon as i walked out of that class i was free. Well for now. I took a slow walk home so i could feel the wind blow through my mousey brown hair. I walked up to my house to find more cars than usual outside my decaying house. I was optimistic to walk in. But i built up the strength to walk in as i had a horrible feeling in my stomach about what had happened.

The noise of tears coming from the living room. I instantly rush in to see my family crying there eyes out. I turn to face Brooklyn who is struggling to breath from the tears. Her head turned to find me standing in the doorway. She rushes towards me and jumps onto me letting out a loud sob. I held and held her. I knew what happened. It didnt take long. My mum had passed away. My mum, i didnt want to believe it. " are you okay".. my dad asked me. Really am i okay is that what you ask me when i come home to find out my mum is dead and my sister balling her eyes out.

Hours passed and my family had gone and Brooklyn and dad had gone shopping. I was alone. Once again. I felt numb, empty, depressed. I wanted to die. I had the shining object placed beside me.

' she decides to paint a picture but this picture has a twist the paintbrush is a razor and the canvas is her wrist'