~dream/flashback~
I was sitting on my bed, with headphones in my ears. I let the blasting, almost deafening music fill my mind as I doodled in the margins of my math homework. I listen to almost every genre of music out there, but right now I was in the mood for my favorite of all time-heavy metal.
I was so caught up in my spacing out that I didn't hear my father basically break down my bedroom door. Only when my headphones were ripped out of my ears did I realize this wouldn't end well.
Angry, I whipped my head toward the disterbance. The anger I felt once before quickly vanished when I saw the expression my drunked father held. Oh no, I thought. He looked completely and undeniably pissed.
"Y-yes?" I stuttered out, attempting to keep my voice steady and not show my fear. Obviously that didn't work because an evil smirk appeared on my fathers intimidating features.
He leaned down with his face close to mine. I restrained from wrinkling my nose in disscust at the foul sent alcohol on his breath. I decided on breathing through my mouth as to not offend him and anger him more.
"So what's this I hear about you failing? I thought I told you, you have to get everything right. No mistakes." He replyed. His voice was calm but filled with rage. His face was stone like and cold. I gulped hard. Failing? What is he talking about? I don't have anything lower than a C. I even checked my grades on the school website when I got home.
"I'm not." I said quietly, looking down. Unfortunately my dark brown hair was in a ponytail, so my face was left unguarded.
"DON'T LIE TO ME!!" He screamed in my face. "I JUST GOT AN EMAIL FROM ONE OF YOUR TEACHERS SAYING THAT YOU DIDN'T TURN IN A PAPER!!!" Father grabbed my arm roughly and dragged me off the bed. I stumbled and quickly got up with him still pulling me out of my room and into the hallway.
We went downstairs and into the living room which only contains the couch, the computer on the desk which is littered with old bills, the TV on the floor, and a pile of movies sit next to it. He throws me in front of the computer and my lip hits the front of the deck, causing it to bleed. I let out a small cry of pain when my head was pulled back by my hair.
"LOOK!!" He yells in my ear. "WHAT DOES THAT SAY?!?!" He shoves me in front of the computer once more. I look up and try to make out the words on the screen, but my eyes are clouded my the tears I am holding back.
"I don't know." I choke out. The tears are finally fallen. My hair is pulled back again, and my father tells me to say it louder. "I DON'T KNOW!" I cry.
"No wonder you don't get any work done. You can't even read." He is no longer screaming but I still hear the lesser anger in his voice. He lets go if my hair and kneels down next to me. "Now you listen to me, little girl. If I get one more email or letter or anything from one of your teachers again, there will be punishment. Much worse than this." He spits out. I nod my head in understanding. The tears have stopped, and all I want to do is get away from this person whom I call my father. He looks at my face in disscus. "Get out of my site."
He doesn't have to tell me twice as I sprint to the stairs and into my room, where I collapsed onto my bed. My eyes swell up with even more tears. But not because of my father, or the slight throbbing of my scalp, but because of my mother. If she had never left for some other rich prick, this would have never happened. We would all be happy. And this could have been done with a simple sit down and talk type of thing.
I sob into my pillow as images of us pop in my head, images of when we were happy. A family. Why? I ask myself........why me?
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
I jolt awake and sit up in my bed. I look around in confusion and turn off my ever so annoying alarm clock. It was a dream. I think to myself. I get out of bed and walk to the bathroom, which is the room next to mine.
I look in the mirror with a tear stained face. My hair is everywhere and there are bags under my now light green eyes. My eyes tend to change color with my mood. It varies of different shades of green and sometimes it is even a grey-blue.
That was in 8th grade. The dream I mean. I'm always loosing sleep because of these haunting memories. Maybe I'm going insane. I say to myself. I start the shower and undress. As I am ingulfed in the warm water, I allow my mind to wander. Maybe...I should get a friend. Someone to talk to. I almost laugh at the notion. Who would want to be friends with a freak like me? Besides, no one even knows I exist at that godforsaken school.
