Chapter 3

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"But your were just so sick you couldn't go to school. What has gotten into you?"

"Aurora is back, It is the day after winter break. She's coming back to school, I gotta watch her back incase these preppy ass bitches try to mess with her again. I will rip off their plastered faces and their bleach blonde hair if they mess with her." I tell her.

"Iven, watch you fucking language. Please?" She askes me in a wierd way.

"Sorry mom, it's just they bullied her till they made her wanna die so she tried comited sucide. Doesn't that urk your nerves? I mean mom, what if that was me? What if I was bullied it made me wanna cut myself to hide the pain? Then it gets so out of hand I over dose on pills? How would you feel, if... that..... was..... me?"

 "Iven, are you trying to tell me somthing?" She asked.

"No, momma." I say.

But I was. I didn't want her to know her only child wasn't the perfect child. I didn't want her to know I was being bullied in school because I hung out with the weirdo's or so called pot heads. I didn't want her to know I wasn't staying after for book club but the only reason I stay after was to hit the park and get high. I didn't want her to see my scars all over my body from cutting myself. I expecailly didn't want her to know I was a wiccan. 

My mom grew up in a big Christain family, were you cant have tattoos or peicings, you can't dye your hair, you can't sware and you cant say God's name in vain or you go to Hell. Well I guess me and my mom are going to Hell then. 

Aha, Hell. To bad there to dumb to relize Hell and Heaven isn't real...

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