Sitting in detention is extremely boring. However, after 15 minutes of sitting here and still having 15 more minutes to go, I have had and still have a lot of time to think. I need to get Aunt Beatrice to give me $15 for a gym uniform. As much as I try not to talk to her, I think that I have no other choice, not if I want to have money to leave town after I graduate. I will have to talk to her tonight. Hopefully she doesn't give me too much shit for being late to first period today.
15 long minutes later, I am walking out the door and making my way to my shitty car, a 2000 Honda Civic. It is 3:45 by the time I finally get home. I park my car in the driveway, thinking about what I am going to say to my Aunt once I get through the front door. Taking a deep breath, I walk over to the door and turn the doorknob. Here goes nothing.
Not one minute after I open the door, my Aunt starts yelling at me. "Jade, what the hell? I thought I was perfectly clear when I said I expect near perfection when it comes to school. That means not being late and definitely not getting detention. Especially on the first day! I also want you to try your best when it comes to school work. Try to get good grades, or at least the best you can. Look, Jade, I know that you don't want to talk and that you went through a lot when you-"
"You don't know me." I shouted back at her.
"Jade, I know some things, and I would like to learn more. I know you-" Aunt Beatrice started talking again.
"No. No. You can't just come into my life after 17 years and act like this. You don't know me, you have never even met me until about a month ago. You abandoned your brother, my dad, and you abandoned me. You don't have the right to pretend like you know a single damn thing about me, or what I went through. I have been doing just fine on my own, without you, and you can't tell me what to do. You lost the right to have any authority over me the day you left your brother."
"My brother was bad news. I didn't want to be involved with the drugs, the drinking. I, I didn't know what else to do. My parents were dead, I was 18 and needed a fresh start. I bet you want a fresh start too. But let me tell you, being alone sucks. I just want to-"
"Dad needed help. He needed help and you left him. And then there was no one to help him, no one to help me. If you stayed, maybe my dad would have been better, to me, to mom. But you left to give yourself a better life, and in turn my life was shitty. Why would I trust you?" I rubbed my eyes. There was no way I was going to cry in front of my Aunt. No fucking way.
"I know. I know and I am sorry. So, so sorry. I didn't know that Jer was going to get Em pregnant. I didn't even know about you until 3 years after you were born." Aunt Beatrice was almost crying. I hate when people cry.
"You knew about me, and yet you didn't do anything! You left me to be treated like shit, feel like shit, and to be all alone. You left me." I felt a single tear slide down my cheek, but I didn't move to wipe it off as I continued. "The things dad did to me, what mom did, you have no clue about my life."
"Jade, I, I am so sorry. So sorry. I do want you to know that I am hear if you want to talk. I, I also want to try to make up for lost time, if you would be willing to try with me." Aunt Beatrice said.
Sick of this conversation and the emotions swirling around inside me, I switched the topic. "I need $15 to buy a gym uniform." I mumbled and then walked upstairs.
"I'll leave it on the counter." I vaguely heard my Aunt say as I went upstairs to take a long shower.
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I grabbed a gray sweater and some black sweatpants and went into the bathroom. I locked the door and the took off my clothes. Lastly, I took of the leather cuffs on my wrists and placed them on the counter. I slowly turned towards the mirror, my breathing shaky from crying. I took in my tear stained face, my jet black hair that hangs down to the middle of my back. I took in my blue eyes, and then I let my eyes travel down farther. I held up my hand and stared at my wrists. I looked at the scars that encircled both my wrists like a bracelet. I looked at the lines that cover the inside of my forearm, and then I look at the long scar that stretches from my waist on the left side, across my stomach, to just underneath my armpit on the right side. I feel ugly and I don't even know why I look at myself like this anymore.
I turn on the water and get in the shower. After a while, I turn off the water, put on my clothes, and go to bed, not even caring that I never ate dinner.
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Hope you liked this chapter! It let you into Jade's mind a little bit and helped you understand some of her past. I hope to update soon. Please comment, I love to get feedback!
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The Girl With Scars
Dla nastolatków17 year old Jade Kent wants nothing more than to escape her past. Once she is 18, her past will just that, her past. Since Jade is still a minor, she is forced to move in with her Aunt, whom Jade has never even met. Hating life, Jade struggles wi...
