Ophelia

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The second he'd left, I'd limped back over and gotten my bag. My leg had been hurting so bad I forgot I took it off. I didn't want him touching it though.

I walked back to my aunt's Victorian style house, limping the whole way. My leg was throbbing, still bleeding pretty badly. Maybe I should have gone to the hospital. Eh, Celia would know what to do.

"Celia, help! I've been wounded in the war!" I called out. I walked into the kitchen and threw my bag on the table.

"Goodness, sweetheart, what did you do?" my aunt said when she saw my leg bleeding on her floor.

"I got-"

"Did you leave a trail? Oh, if you left a trail it's going to be hard to get out. I might have to call to get it out. Goodness, Ophelia, why-"

"Are you going to just let me bleed out?! Help me!"

"Oh calm down. It's just a flesh wound. You'll live. Why didn't you go to the hospital or something though? That would've made more sense. I can't save you all the time. I mean it's not too bad, but one day-ow!" I grabbed her hair and yanked it back.

"Shut up and heal me already. I have to be back on the battle field by sunrise. " She finally stopped talking and wrapped my leg up. According to Celia, I "made a trail and unless I persuade the man to do it for a lower price, or even better, free, then we're stuck with a living room full of clumsy girl blood". If anyone in this house was clumsy it was her. She's obviously hit her head on too many cabinet doors to know that.

"Ophelia, do you have homework tonight?"

"Yes."

"Pull it out. You're never going to get into a good college not doing homework. No one is going to accept you. Why do you think you're at Emmet-"

"No. I'm not going to pull out my homework and I'm not going to get into college because at this rate they won't accept me anyway. Don't you understand, Celia? I've already screwed up my whole damn life. Community college probably won't even accept me."

"If you try really hard you can, darling."

"If you try, if you try, if you try. I'm done trying. I just want this nightmare to be over."

"Are you going to help with dinner?" Celia asked, changing the subject.

"What are you planning on making?"

"I don't know. You live off of salad and junk food. Eat a tomato."

"That I will do." I limped over to the fridge and pulled out a tray of cherry tomatoes.

"You and your mother are exactly alike."

"You've told me. I'll be in my room if you need me." Grabbing my bag, I walked to the stairs and braced myself for the two story trek to my room. Puffing out my cheeks, I put my right leg on the first stair and then my left, the hurt one, and fell.

"Damn it," I muttered, banging my head on the banister. I decided to drag myself up the stairs. I shoved one side of the tray in my mouth, held it down tightly with my teeth, and depended on my arms and right leg to take me to my room.

Once there, I was so thankful for having a handle I just had to pull down and not turn all the way. With the pain I was in, a knob would have taken me all day.

I crawled onto my bed, slipped off my shoes and laid back, staring at my ceiling popping a cheery tomato in my mouth. I thought of my mom while I ate.

She used to love tomatoes. She'd eat a whole pack of them in a week. I remember when we used to hang out on the couch and watch television until I fell asleep in her lap. We even had our own little tomato garden out back that never really grew because we always forgot to water it. Ugh, too many memories, yet not enough.

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It was ten o'clock and I had been in my room reading when my aunt came in.

"You should go to bed now. You have to go to wake up at six tomorrow,"she said after opening my door without knocking.

"I know."

"Get some rest, Lia."

"I will."

"When? You have dark circles under your eyes, you're extremely tired. I'm worried about you."

"I know. I'm sorry. I'll go to sleep. Goodnight, Celia."

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

I couldn't help but feel bad that I worried Celia so much. I couldn't help it.

I stared at the dark wall and some time during that, fell asleep.

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