Short Stories!

Born To Salvage

Legend has it that I am a band-aid baby. A baby that's only purpose is to keep her family together. Now I am eight and there fights are worsening. I can feel it in my soul when they start to fight and it hurts, it hurts so much. I wake up to the sound of yelling and the hurt of my soul. 

"If you would ever get off you lazy butt we wouldn't have to deal with money!" My mother yells. 

"MY JOB IS TO SIT AROUND AND WATCH MOVIES AND RATE THEM, I DON'T GET PAID A LOT BUT AT LEAST I GET PAID!" he yells. I slowly creep down the stairs to the living room where they are fighting. My mom's in hysterical tears, the usual, and my dad is sitting down with a lap full of food, like usual. 

"YOU GET TO SIT AROUND WHILE I HAVE A CHILD AND A JOB TO TAKE CARE OF!!! DO YOU EVEN KNOW YOUR DAUGHTER'S NAME? OR WHAT SHE LIKES TO DO?" My mom yells. This hits me hard, my dad usually doesn't even talk to me or play with me like mother does. Dad shakes his head. 

"Her name is Tris right? She likes to fight?" he says. God dammit he has been watching Divergent again. 

"HER NAME IS HARMONY AND SHE LOVES TO PLAY HER GUITAR!" My mom yells and slaps my father across the face, "YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW YOUR OWN DAUGHTER!! ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS FICTIONAL ONES LIKE TRIS AND KATNISS OR WHATEVER" 

"FINE THEN!" My Dad yells, "THEN WE ARE THROUGH! I CAN'T DEAL WITH YOU ANYMORE! I'll get my stuff  and call Cara to pick me up". No. I start to cough loudly and roll down the stair. I was choking on an invisible force, one meant to keep my family together. My head was spinning, my vision cloudy. My parents look at me and my mother rushes to help me. My father reaches for another Dirito. 

"HARMONY!" My mom cries as she tries to sit me up and get me to stop choking. She pulls out her phones and calls an ambulance for me. By then it's too late, the band-aid has been removed.