You stupid sonofabitch! Why can’t you control your goddamn self!
“Shut up,” I wimper back.
She hates you now. Thinks you’re a freak, just like all the rest.
“She doesn’t know it was me,” I growl.
You think someone won’t tell her?
“Please shut up,” I beg, clutching my head between my hands.
She’ll know, and she’ll hate you. She’ll be like everybody else. Want you dead.
“No!”
Dead piece of ugly shit, rotting bastard, damn freak.
“SHUT UP! SHUT! UP!” I roar, my fists pounding into my skull.
“Boo!” my mother shouts, braking. The car lurches forward and my forehead hits the dashboard.
“Augh!” I wail, clutching my forehead.
“Boo,” my mother croons, touching my shoulder. I glare back at her. “Did you take your medication this morning?”
My eyes narrow.
“You didn’t, did you?” She takes her hand from my shoulder and leans back in her seat, sighing, “Goddamnit, Boo.”
A car horn blasts, making us both lurch.
“Just go around, asshole!” my mother curses to the car behind us.. My head is throbbing, but at least the voice has stopped talking.
“Let’s go, Mom,” I say, looking ahead. My mother huffs exasperatedly.
“Alright, but you’re taking your pill as soon as you get home.”
“Yes ma’am.”
We continue driving for several moments before my mother starts up again.
“Damnit, suspended? Really, Boo? You know I can’t take another day off work!”
“Then don’t!” I retort.
“Like hell I’m leaving you home alone like this!” she exclaims, “Shit, Boo, I thought you were doing better! What happened? Did someone pick on you again, ‘cause you can talk to a counselor-”
“No one’s picking on me, Mom. Jeez, can we drop the subject! I forgot my meds and had a freak out, it’s no big deal! It’s just a couple days.”
“Yeah, days I can’t take off,” she barks.
“I don’t need anyone to look after me!” I shout. My mother sighs, refocusing her attention to the road.
“Maybe I can call your Dad and-”
“No!” I protest before she can finish.
“Boo, I don’t want to leave you alone!”
“Why don’t you just trust me?” I cry. Mother’s mouth clenches shut.
“Please be good,” she pleads. My throat clenches.
“I will… I promise,” I say quietly. She purses her mouth as she rubs my shoulder.
“Thank you, Boo,” she says as she pulls into our driveway.
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The Girl in the Red Sweater
PoesíaBoo has been on the brink of insanity since he was born. Unable to control his anger, he has become a threat to himself and others. That is, until he finds her. This girl has brought him back to earth and has shown him more than he ever thought poss...
