Acceptance

Everyday, All the time

I stare at my celling for a few minutes, or at least until my vision goes black again. The pain and throbbing has subsided, however my scars haven't. I look at the bruise on my neck, and the small wound on my head. It's not the worst she's put me through. I'll be fine. I sit up and feel a spike of pain run through my spine. It's been like this since I became a teenager. When Dad left her sanity left as well. She takes everything out on me. I'm used to it now, though. It's an everyday thing, but some days are worse than others.

School starts back in a week, and I still need to arrange travel plans. Mother refuses to take me to school whilst she's sober, so I always take the bus or hitch a ride. The only time she picks me up is from after school events. The best time of the day for her to start her ravenous day drinking... so much fun. I pick up my phone, and open messages. My phone is crowded with messages, all from one single person. Joshua.

He must know somehow.

I pick up the phone and call him.

"Morgan?"

I answer a simple yes. The rasp in my voice startles me a slight bit.

"Morgan are you ok? What has she done to you."

I wait to respond.

"Come pick me up please."