21 Days To Live

Day 5

Thursday
7:10 am

"I am telling you, Dad, those people are racist. It's all because I'm black," Gemma spoke, refusing to accept her fault.

Rome chuckled, "Gemma, I'm the only full black person in this room. You're only half black. And by the way, you don't even look black."

"I still look like a mixed race," she muttered, shoving plain toast into her mouth. "You should've married someone else," she added in a quieter voice, but I still heard it.

I ignored their conversation and carried on with my breakfast as though they weren't sitting right across from me.

"Why don't you tell me from the beginning what really happened? And don't leave out any parts. I want the whole truth. I won't judge you for what you did, it has already happened so there's no point in doing that," he told her and suddenly I was reminded
of Gemma's words from yesterday.

"You never ask me what really happened, or if it really was my fault. You only assume things."

Rome and I were very different. There he was asking Gemma what really happened, and yesterday I had only yelled at her thinking she had done it all to get my attention.

Other than her anger issues, all Gemma had of mine were her light brown hair, which she always covered. As though she didn't want anyone to notice our similar hair. The rest of Gemma's features were like her father's; both of them almost exactly the same.

Looking at Gemma and Rome together sometimes invoked jealousy inside of me. On one hand I just wanted to be left alone, yet at the same time I wanted them both to be with me.

"Dad, okay I know I should just ignore people when they say something to me. But, y'know how I get when someone insults me. He called me fat, and then made fun of my beanie," she cried, touching the black beanie on her head.

"It's not an easy thing to just ignore someone when they make fun of you. But, the longer you give them attention, and the more you show them that it's affecting you, the more power they will have over you," Rome explained to her and for a moment I wished I had some useful advice to give Gemma as well.

But, all I could think of was that Gemma should've punched that kid a few times in the face.

How dare he call her fat?! These type of words were what was causing young children to commit suicide. And if we didn't end it today, one day due to all these words this world would end up in more destruction than it was in today.

My train of thoughts were interrupted when my phone dinged signalling someone had sent me a text.

Gemma and Rome stopped talking for a mere second, them too interrupted by my phone. I waved them off as if they were waiting for my permission to continue on with their talk.

It was a text from an unknown person.

Coffee at 11. Don't be late. It read.

Realization dawned on me causing me to realize who I was suppose to meet for coffee today. I hadn't even agreed to it, but I really did want to know what was going on. And what better way would it be to find out than to get the answers from the person who started all this herself.