This is my Time {Complete}

Part 2 : Chapter 3

The snake was never found.

It was like if it was never there to begin with. I visisted the bus driver once in the hospital, but when I got there I found out he had been released already.

I really did feel bad.

...

When the cops came that day, after the snake incident Monday, they took everyone's information and then took me in for questioning. They asked me so many questions, when I try to remember the two hours I spent in the school office talking to a hispanic, husky looking officer, my stomach fills up with guilt, as though I had done something wrong. The tall man wearing a badge was very intimidating. He questioned me like if I had killed his mom or something.

When they called my mom, I knew I was dead.

She got there, make up and all, looking like a new person. She didn't show any signs of drunkness. She even smelled like roses! Typical mom, coming in looking like she had won 'Mother of the year' award.

This is the way it's always been. Even before my dad died, a dad I never even got to meet.

My dad died when I was little, I think when I was about 2 years old. I don't remember anything about him, except... except his smile. Everytime I close my eyes, I can still remember his perfect smile, large and radiant, as white as snow. I can sort of also remember his smell, very vaguely, but it's there, like a peppermint mixed with chocolate, yes that's it I think. That's why I love chocolate, because it reminds me of him.

I can still feel the burning on my back, arms and stomach.

When my mom finished with her facade, she took me home in her tattered old, baby blue Lexus. The whole ride home, she didn't say a word. Of course I was afraid.

The minute we walked in, she grabbed me by both arms, and threw me across the floor. Slamming the front door behind her, she went into her room, and grabbed an old leather belt she kept hidden in her closet. She wrapped a small part of it in her hand and started beating me.I just layed there, crying and crying. Not because of the pain, the pain I'd felt many times before, in many cases, much worse. The thing that hurt me the worst, was the anger in her eyes. I hated seeing her with those burning hot coals in the place her eyes were supposed to be. She showed me no mercy, beating me with all of her strenght, as if I was the cause of her grief.

By the time she was finished, my body was numb. She left me there, limp, on the ground, walked towards the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of Tequila, and took a swig before looking at me for a last time. I watched her tumble her way into her room, and slam her door shut in my face.

I slept there that night,on the cold, hard, dirty white tile of our tiny living room.

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Today's Thursday, two days after the 'incident,' and the kids at school are still talking about it. Everyone's blaming me.

"Did you see it, I sure did, I saw the whole thing..... she has witch powers, there wasn't no snake on the bus before she got there, and I didn't see her bring it in, so she musta' grabbed it outta' thin air." I hear two kids talking while I make my way on the bus.

I haven't seen my mom, since that monday, after she tumbled into her room ,tired of beating me. I'm worried. I know I shouldn't be, she doesn't deserve it, but she's my mom, and no matter what, no matter how hard I try, I can't stop loving her.

I sit in the front of the bus, right behind the new bus driver. The Principal himself assinged me this seat, he must think I'm crazy.

But who knows, maybe I am, nobody sane enough would stop themselves from commiting suicide.