The Different One

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Shit shit shit and more shit. Standing over Mrs Marcus in the nurses office while we wait for an ambulance is not my definition of a perfect afternoon. I can still see the shock im her eyes when the needle went through her lip. I can hear the horrifying crunching sound of her head hitting the chair leg. And I can still smell the blood. Coppery. Salty. Making her hair matted and the situation that little bit more horrifying.

Shit

Terror is still welling inside my stomach. I refuse the cup of water given to me by the nurse yet again. I just need Mrs Murphy to be all right.

Doors slam. Footsteps. Voices. They all blur together as the ambulance team finally arrives and gets Mrs Murphy into the back of the ambulance. Another slam. More footsteps. More voices.

"ABIGAIL JOY MARSHAL!"

And even more shit.

"IN THE CAR NOW!" Mum hollers.

I walk past the closing ambulance doors and get one last look at my teacher. It's my fault. I'm such a terrible person. And with that thought I reach the car. Sliding into the backseat I close the door and think about what awaits me on the way home.

Silence. Nothing. I don't know what to do.

Her yelling at me, grounding me, sending me to church or bible study, kicking me out, anything would be better than the silence. Because when Mum is silent. She is fucking pissed off.

"Room now," she tells me in monotone when we step inside. I rush up the stairs, ignoring my brother and stepping over our cat, Max.

I slam the door and blink away the tears. If this is how mum is going to react to me hurting my teacher by accident, what would she do to me if she found out my biggest secret?

Frustrated by to many thoughts I open my laptop, connect it to my speaker and immediately Bones Exposed by Of Mice & Men begins to play. Loudly. So loudly in fact I can try to forget my rouble and focus on the music. I find myself at my drum kit. Sitting down. Foot on the kick pedal beating out a straight beat. My hands are holding the sticks and begin to imitate to drumming of the song. As if I'd done it a million times before. Which I had. After a few songs I turn down the music and head downstairs for water.

"I just don't know what to do with her, I mean this is not the girl I know. I'm just so worried about her and what is actually going on in her life that caused her to be this disengaged and thoughtless..." my mothers hushed tone carries through the hall. My father whispers something in response that I don't catch.

What is wrong with me? Why do I feel like I need to hide what is going on? Mum just said that she wants to know what's going on with me. But she won't want to when she knows what it is. Ugh I can't be thinking like this. I need to tell her. She has the right to know. But her beliefs. What will she do to me? What do I do?

Oh lord help me now.

Not.

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Hey lovelies!
Hope you liked this new chapter. Remember to vote, comment and share your thoughts feedback and ideas with me. Also remember to tell your friends about this book and yea.

SO I was thinking I need to move this book along as I don't want to drag out her mundane life forever so let me know your thoughts and ideas for it. Would love to see if anyone's ideas could help me advance my plot ideas.

As always much love to you all,
Tam ❤️