The Perfect Disguise (cake)

Broken Home

Trigger Warning

•

Sunday morning

I woke up to the sound of voices filling these halls. It's not the first time I have. They scream so loud, to the point where these walls could just break down before me. It's upsetting.

What are they fighting about this time?

It's so unfair. It's like someone stabbing me in the chest.

The lack of happiness in this household, kills me slowly. The lack of bonding, the lack of emotions, the lack of love. It tears me apart inside.

These walls are falling down, and it makes me want to build up walls of my own. To hide in bed, locked up in my room all day. And that's what I do.

I keep my door closed, locked at all times. But it doesn't help at all. I can still hear their sharp words towards one another. Words so sharp, they really do get to me, and it cuts me down.

Soon enough, I can hear the shattering of glass against the wooden floor. It makes me feel something. Sadness, disappointment, worry. Anger.

I slowly walked to the bathroom, and made sure to lock the door behind me. I began to rummage through my cabinets, trying to find it.

Not too long after, I finally find it.

My blade, so sharp, so tempting.

I roll up my sleeve, and I slowly bring it towards my bare skin. I almost decide against it, but it's so tempting.

I pull of my tight wristbands, revealing the rest of my scars.

I began to slide the blade across my left arm, ripping through my soft skin. It hurts so much, but feels so good at the same time. I feel my warm tears pour down my cheeks, and the warm blood drip down my arm. I quickly wipe the blood off my arm and bandage it up.

After hours of doing nothing, but laying in bed and listening to music, I place all of my tight wristbands back onto my left arm, adding another to my list.

By now, it almost seems like my parents are gone. I can't hear a single sound. I decide to get up.

I head towards the kitchen, to find my mom cooking something.

Weird, it's like my parents aren't even fighting. But when my mother turns around to look at me, I can see the blood in her eyes, a sight that breaks my heart everyday.

No, my dad does not hit my mother. Only with his words. And she cries so much, her eyes turn to a dark, unbelievable shade of red. It hurts me.

My mother fills with sadness, my father fills with rage, and that's just the daily routine. Sure, there are days where my parents don't fight. But only because they're ignoring one another. I wish this could just stop.

"Good morning sweetie..." My mom spoke with a shaky tone.

I walked towards my mother with a sad smile set upon my lips.

There is so much I would do right now to see her smile.

Without hesitance, I quickly walked up to my mother, wrapping my arms around her shoulders.

I motioned towards the door before turning back to my mom and giving her a smile. I signaled her to come outside with me.

Soon after, I can hear her laughing a little, and I quickly look towards her, seeing her smile, but the tears still falling down her face. I couldn't help but smile back.

"You're crazy." She said, a smile still set on her lips.

I walked outside, hoping my mom would get the message and come too.

After a few moments, my mother joined me outside. A smile tugged on my lips. I placed my arm around her shoulder and led her towards the sidewalk. I wanted to take her for a walk. She stayed silent, but she proceeded to walk with me.

I can see how nervous she was getting, it was evident in her face.

I quickly grabbed the notepad from my pocket, along with my small pen.

I began to write, "Make him leave."

After showing the message to my mom, I could see her shake her head.

"He wouldn't ever leave, he bought the house. He's not giving it up."

"Then let's leave him." I wrote.

"Calum, we just have to be patient. We'll leave someday, I promise."

"Mom, I've been patient for years, and I don't like seeing you upset. We have to leave."

"It's not that easy, Cal." My mom retorted, and I can just hear the caution in her voice.

I guess I can wait a little longer, but only for her.

•

Monday Morning

After my alarm had yelled at me to get up for the last time, I decided to start getting ready for school. I rummaged through my drawers for a pair of jeans and a flannel. I have decided on a pair of black jeans and a red flannel with black on the shoulders. After fixing my hair a little, I was completely satisfied.



I walked towards my car, ready for a new day at school.

'Ugh! With all this chaos going on at home, I completely forgot to study for the test!' I quickly remembered as I parked at the school.

I mentally face palmed myself upon forgetting something so important.

Today's going to be a bad day, I just know it.