Darkest Light

Chapter 8

Loser, weirdo, freak, loner, are all things I hear as I open my eyes.

"What are you doing little girl?" A snotty senior says to me with a hint of an attitude.

'Where am I?" I ask still confused about where I am after looking around.

"You're in school, freak!" She says as she rolls her eyes. She is looking at me like I'm the dumbest person she has ever seen. I slowly stand up from my seat and look around again. I get pushed out of the way by a different person trying to take my seat. I slowly walk to the door. I look back one more time to see that everyone is now quietly snickering at me. I run into the hall trying to find a familiar place to hide. I quickly see a bathroom and run in. I find the farthest stall and get inside, locking the door behind me. I try to fight the erg to cry, but it was too late. I just try to find out what has happened and how I got here from my very comfortable bed. Some of the questions I am thinking about are more important than others. I then think this is just a crazy dream and I am being very cliché. I walk out of the bathroom and see a girl quietly staring at herself. She had no emotion on her face what so ever. It scared me a little bit. Before I could get a better look everything became black.

I open my eyes and this time I'm in my room. I don't know what just happened and but I don't want to think about it. I'm not the type of person that sleeps all day. Even when I'm sick I end up staying the entire time. I'm kind of happy that I don't have to go to school today. I forgot to do my history homework. Looking at even a little bit of light my head hurts. I'm kind of like a vampire, hissing at even the smallest dot of light. Then night when I really shine, I would love to be asleep every day and night. I would be even more of a loser if I loved video games. The good thing is that I have only played video games once and I hated it. All people do is start yelling about losing or dying. I feel a terrible pain in my throat so I decide to get out of my luxurious bed. I slowly walk out of my room and look around at my surroundings. I don't think my dad is home, I don't hear any snoring or football on. Why do my parents get to watch the television and I don't? I can't wait until my mom decides to leave and get a new house. My mom probably has no idea how she is going to get another job. She won't be able to sleep with such a busy schedule. She told me not to worry but something at the back of my mind tells me that I should help. I drift back to sleep thinking about how to help my mother.

I wake up when I hear a door slam. My head is already throbbing, I cry into a pillow due to the intense pain.

"Emma, get up we need to talk!" My dad yells, the sound of anger in his voice scares me. So quickly get out of bed. He was looking straight at my door as I opened it. I have the quietest door in this house because it is the only door that hasn't been slammed three thousand times.

"What do you want dad?" I asked with a mixture of annoyance and grogginess.

"Did you tell your mother?" He asked staring right at me trying to find out if I was going to lie or not.

"Yes I told her," I say rubbing my forehead.                                                                      

"Good now go back to sleep, you will have to wake up in an hour so you can do your chores," He says pointing at my door. He slowly sat down on the couch so he didn't hurt his butt by just plopping down. I walk into my bedroom so I can get the well needed and deserved sleep. I put a blanket over me and put my head onto my pillow, seconds later I was asleep.

When I wake up there is no light to be seen. I guessing the time is about seven O' clock at night. I don't remember when my mom is coming home but I'm starving and must eat something. As I walk out of my room I wonder why my dad didn't bother to wake me up. When I start descending to the bottom of the stairs I find out my answer. Of course he fell asleep as well. He acts like he hasn't slept his entire life. The good thing about all the sleep is that gets in to a deep sleep where he wouldn't know if the house was on fire. I slowly tiptoe to the kitchen so I can get some food growling stomach. The only thing I really want to eat is something healthy like fruit or vegetables; I only eat healthy foods when I'm sick. Most of the time I will eat anything, that's one good thing about me. I quietly make myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich because that is the only thing we ever have to eat. I walk back upstairs without a thought in my mind.

"Emma did you forget to do something?" I hear someone say. I quickly spin around to see my dad with his hands on his hips.

"I guess I just forgot," I say quietly going back down the stairs.

"Because you are sick I won't yell at you, just go do your chores," my father says with a strict but soft voice that I don't normally hear. I nod my head and run back down to get my work done. I open the dishwasher and unload all the cups. We have all different cups, not one is like another. I love that because variety is more fun than just one or two of kinds. Our plates are all the same and we have tons of pots and pans but I finally get to my least favorite part of unload the dishwasher, putting away the silverware. I think it is disgusting even after they are clean. You put it in and out of your mouth; there could be thousand of germs! After I'm done with that I go to the table. There are tons of newspapers, documents, homework, and bills on the table. It gets cleaned every couple of days.