Pain

Where are you going Mia

I woke up to the sound of a door slamming shut.

I looked around my room to see nobody, so I quickly wiped off my crusty tears that were surrounding my eyes and then stood up and walked out of my room to go to the bathroom.

I walked into the bathroom closing the door and locking behind me. I pulled out a small blade from a drawer that I took from my dad's tool box and washed it down. I dryed it off and sat down on the cold bathroom floor where I pulled up the sleeve of my hoodie where I saw my fresh scars from the day before.

I slowly slide the blade across my arm below one of my older scars and watched as blood started to appear.

I did that about six more times and then I stood up feeling a bit light headed and washed off my arm and the blade. I put the blade back inside my drawer hiding it in the very back and then I slowly walked out of the bathroom.

I laid back down as I felt the sting of the cuts come from my arm. It feels good when I cut. Like with each cut I make I feel all my anger and sadness just fade away. I feel relieved.

"Mia!" I heard someone yell.

"Get your ass down here now!" I heard my mom yell.

I quickly jumped off of my bed and ran downstairs. I saw my mom sitting on the couch as she clutched onto a bottle of beer.

"Yes." I said.

"Your teacher called me today, said you were late to class." She said turning her head to look at me.

"I didn't mean to, I tripped on my way to school and all of my papers fell out of my bag." I said.

"I don't give a crap if your late to school or not, or if you don't show up or not, its your fault if you grow up to be even more stupid." She said.

So I don't have to go to school and have to see Michael or anyone of them. I though to myself as I tried to hide a smile. But I know if I don't go to school and I don't pass then I won't be able to leave for college and I won't be able to get away from my parents.

Maybe I won't go for a couple of days just so I can take a little break. "But what I did call you down here for is for you to run to the store and buy me some more beer." She said

"But I'm not old enough." I said.

"Just go! The guy at the liquor store knows me, I'll call him when your on your way there so he knows to let you buy beer." She slurred.

I nodded my head and went to go put on my shoes. I put on a thicker sweater and walked back downstairs to get some money from my mom.

"I-I need money for the beer." I said.

"Over there." She said pointing to some cash that was on the table.

I grabbed it and walked out.

The liquor store was about two blocks from here so it shouldn't take a while. The air was freezing and my hands were throbbing from the cold so I stuffed them into my pockets.

Once I got there I grabbed a packet of the beer my mom drinks the most and walked up to the counter.

"I need to see your ID." The cashier said.

"Oh um, I'm Sam's daughter, she said she would tell you I'm coming." I said.

"Yes she did call me but look, just because your mom comes in here a lot doesn't mean were friends, and even if we were friends I still couldn't sell you beer." He said.

"Please, I have the money." I said.

"No sorry, and if you don't leave I'm gonna have to call the cops." He said.