Christmas Lights

One Month

12/20/16 will be my one month with Justin. I have mixed feelings about what might happen. What should I get him? I can't forget I also have a Christmas gift to get. I can't take the stress anymore. It's too much.

"Delaney get your ass out of bed." I could hear my dad banging on my bedroom door. I groaned and swung my feet over the side of my bed. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. Annoyed, I grabbed my glasses and made my way towards the bathroom.

My sister woke me up earlier to say bye. She was leaving for Chicago with my mom. I will be left with my dad for 2 weeks. My dad hasn't been to good lately with all his projects throughout the day.

I look in the mirror. I am never really happy with how I look. Too big of a nose, small eyes, pimples all over my forehead, and small lips. I can't find most things about myself that are positive. I take out my retainer and stick it in the hot pink container. I look again and turn away fast.

I walk over to my closet to see the clean clothes I haven't put away since Friday. Today is Monday and if my dad saw it I would get beat.

I grab a pair of black jeans will tears. The tears show parts of my scars and bruises. My cut scars haven't gone away for over three months now. The bruises are from my dad. He doesn't mean to hurt me half the time. He gets drunk and then doesn't remember a thing.

My mom is at work all day she doesn't really notice or even seem to care. My sister is 16 and drinks, smokes, and has sex. I'm kinda used my my fucked up family by now.

I grab a white shirt and a sweatshirt. It's about 70 degrees outside which is normal for December in Florida. I slip on socks and open my door. I turn the corner and start to make my way down the stairs. I can hear sizzling sound of bacon and the sound of plates hitting the marble table. I walk into the kitchen.

"There you are my little sunshine." I blink slowly and manage to put on a faint smile. I pull up a stool and sit at the island.