The Walls Have Ears

Your POV (Chapter 2)

I collapse into my room throwing everything on the floor, I can still hear my mom complaining to my dad about how much she can't take my 'laziness'.

My brother runs into my room with the energy kids get from hell knows where. He jumps onto my bed and starts kicking his muddy football boots everywhere,

"Hey! Get off!" I try to scream, but my voice is hoarse, I really can't do this anymore.

Everyday. Every week. Every month. It's the same routine. School, study, sleep. And it's mentally exhausting.

For once I'd like to make a mistake on a test and not get yelled at, and get told it's okay to be tired.

"Mom says come down for dinner!" he screeches in his high pitched eight-year old voice.

"Okay, I'm coming" I sigh, he runs out of my room and I'm way to tired to be mad about my muddy sheets. Too tired for emotions.

I glance over at all the homework I have to do. I look at the clock, 8:52.

You can't be serious. I have to be asleep in eight minutes and I have an entire essay to write for tomorrow.

"Dinner! Kids come on!" My mom yells again, more impatient.

My phone buzzes and the screen lights up with a message,

"get home okay?"

I pick up and quickly reply before I get yelled at for not being downstairs,

"yea"

My phone buzzes again,

"did you see those weird-ass dudes again?"
 
"Lol yea"

"You should tell someone, like seriously, you're being stalked"

"Nah, it's fine, they don't say anything to me, it'll just cause a fuss"

"But what if one day they do?"

"I'll run"

"Hahahahaha"

"I gtg"

"K Bye"

"Hey, btw"

"Yea?"

"You think they're actually after me? Like I'm actually their person of interest?"

"Idk, you tell me, have you done anything bad?"

I'm typing my response to her question when my mom bursts in the room,
"I have been calling you downstairs for fifteen minutes! And you're sitting here on your phone? Give it here" she holds out her hand, I try to reason with her but she won't listen. I give it to her,
"Get downstairs" she says through gritted teeth.
"I'm fine. I'm not hungry, I'm just tired" I say, practically whispering. She looks at me as if I'd slapped her. "Dinner. Now."
She leaves and I wait a bit, leaving a bit of distance before I start walking behind her down to the kitchen.

And as I sit down at the table trying to peel off the skin of the pea with my fork, my brain finally settles down, and I come to the conclusion that besides being in trouble, I might also be in danger.