Twisted

Chapter 4- Brown eyes

  I was so out of it, I felt groggy. My head was pounding from crying. I didn't want to move, matter a of fact. I wasn't in the mood to do anything. I turned my phone off. I didn't want to deal with anyone ringing down my phone and I would have to explain anything. These past few days have been tear-filled. But luckily I was able to escape from my problems and start with a clean slate. Unfortunately I didn't wanna start. I don't wanna go to school I don't want to look for a job. All I want to do is be alone.

The tedious knock on the door startled me. Bri peeked in checking if I was up.

"Ahh...I brought you some breakfast," She smiled. The aroma of chocolate chips pancakes filled my nostrils.

But I wasn't hungry.

I started the food down as if it were starting back at me. Bri groaned and she watched me refuse to consume the food. 

" Can you please eat Miya... I know you're a little glum but I really need you to eat,"

I looked at her in shock. A little taken back. This was no time for her sympathy nor her pity. My mother abused me for months on end. I'm more that a little sad. I'm miserable, depressed even.

Images replaying in my mind caused the tears to fall down my cheeks. 

"Bri you don't understand and you won't ever. You've never been abused before. I'm more than sad. I'm mentally fucked but, miserable depressed even, Sad is an understatement. You think you're helping but you're not your just making me feel even worse. I appreciate you, your mom and the things you've done for me but right now I need time alone," I slightly yelled 

Bri looked down I could no longer her icy grey eyes " Sorry Miya, I just wanna be there for you as much as I can.. you can always come to me about anything," I sighed felling bad " It's okay Bri I just time to think," With that she left.

 I consumed the pancakes nibbling on them very slowly. After a million years I finished my food and cut on the television. Scrolling through the channels I came to a realization that nothing good was on. Sulking in my thoughts, there was another knock on the door.  It wasn't Bri. It was her mother Tall and slender with sleek curly brown hair up in a bun.

" Morning Miya, How you feeling," She chimed sitting on the chair across from the bed

"Uh...not the best but I'm okay," I sighed lying a way. 

"Great! You need to start thinking about jobs and college. I want the best for you, ya know?," 

I mentally rolled my eyes. I wasn't in the mood for a lecture my thoughts were interrupted by her talking 

"I want you to start fresh, new slate. So I need you to stop all your sulking go take a shower, do something today. It could be anything just don't sit in this house all day and if your do at least start looking at colleges. I refuse to let you become more depressed. It's not gonna go away but you gotta accept it with every bad there's good.," She rambled

I nodded in agreement not really listening. She pulled the  covers off me and pushed me off the bed. "Come on now get!" She closed the door and hopefully I was finally alone.  I streched my body earning a loud yawn.

I hopped out the bed and got in the shower. The warm water embraced my body. I felt a little better. There is no reason to sit around and mop I should move on and be better. My muscles relaxed and my anixety eased away . I loved this feeling. No stress, nothing to worry about. I felt happy, stress-free, care-free, untroubled. But I know this isn't forever. 

I wish that everyone everywhere could feel like this all the time. It's such a good feeling. Today might be a good day after all, ya know with me being forced to be happy and all.