Shattered Pieces

Beware of Bitches

Caution: Strong language

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I decide to walk home through the piercing winter chill rather than search desperately for a seat only to embarrass myself by not finding one. I hate that.  I'm always afraid there won't be a seat and then what? What are you suppose to do if all the seats are taken? Stand there? Same goes for the cafeteria during lunch. I would rather avoid the situation completely than actually face it.

I hug myself as I walk with my face down trying to avoid the fierce wind ripping at me. It tears through my hair like my blade tears through my skin. With me being 5'2" and 105lbs (entirely too fat for love) I am usually tugged in the direction of the gusts rather than my own chosen path.

As I cross the bridge over the highway along my way I am blown against the railing like a ragdoll being thrown around. I look over the edge and get lost in another day dream. The speeding cars roaring underneath as I stare at the pavement they zoom over. To hit the ground at 100mph and be run over. The release. No more pain. For a second, I can fly. To just fall peacefully to my death. What a wonderful thing that would be. Even if I somehow survived the fall I would soon be splattered across the highway. Crushed along with my hopes and dreams and-

"Hey psycho!"

Fuck. Here comes Michelle and her over-aged boyfriend Mike. Is it even legal to be dating a 19 year old when you're only 16? She probably sucks him off just to be driven everywhere.

"HEY! Don't ignore me, Bitch!" She yells as if it's my actual name.

"Or what, cunt? You aren't going to do anything!" Why the hell did I just say that? ohmigosh she's gonna waste me.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME??" I could see here eyes grasp me in a look of pure hatred. Black as her heart and soul. I need to get out of here. Fast.

I take off running as fast as I can for as long as I can down the sidewalk, through alleyways, into my shortcut in the forest. I finally came to a stop when I could heart my heart pounding in my ears, my lungs were about to burst and I couldn't feel my legs anymore. I think I lost her as I entered the woods. Were they even still following me? I've been running for 4 blocks straight. I could never do that if it wasn't for the adrenalin pulsing through me with every beat of my worn down heart.

I make my way through the forest; I dodge fallen trees and duck under low branches as the leaves crunch under my boots. It's December 6th and it still hasn't snowed. I like fall best but winter is gorgeous too because it's a blank canvas untouched until spring. Autumn's the best because you can see everything dying and call it beautiful for the last time before it's gone for good.

I emerge from the depths of the woods just as the sun begins to go down and I make my way up my street. The reds and yellow paint my path home just before they disappear over the hill. I enter my house and dump my bag on my bed as I embrace my sheets. Kicking off my filthy boots as I log into my laptop to see the typical "this world is shitty" news.

I mindlessly stream tumblr and youtube until I hear the door slam shut and they storm up the stairs. I hear them like a stampede towards my room. Oh great, mother's home. I think to myself just as she reaches my bedroom door. Please don't enter. Please just go away. Don't enter my only sanctuary.

**BAM**

The door swings open and I'm knocked to the floor in one swift movement. My ribs ache as I lay face down on my hardwood floor trying to protect any vital organs I might need later. WHAM I get a boot to my side and I roll around trying to cradle myself to keep from shouting.

"Get your ass up you little bitch. Toughen up and do your fucking chores. Or next time I won't be so easy on you." She turns and walks out, closing the door behind her. Ahh, the gentle love and care of my amazing mother. I hope she knows I hate her guts as much as she hates me.

I ease myself up and examine my face in the mirror before going downstairs. Great. I'm gonna have a bruise on my cheekbone again. I must admit that she did go pretty easy on me this time.

I spend the next two hours of my existence scrubbing floors and dirty dishes. By the time I return to my room I know my mother is passed out drunk in her room because she isn't knocking stuff over anymore.

I lay my head down to rest after another few hours of streaming and listening to music. Two random pills and a glass of bourbon to enable myself to fall into a decent slumber for the night.

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Two bitches in one day?? Damn. Let's see what Kat does on Saturday to keep it interesting ;3

Stay tuned and I'll probably post the next chapter tomorrow depending on how busy I am<3 & sorry this chapter was so short, It's new Year's eve after all! What do you expect from me?