I walked into my new apartment. Only a few things were in the living room, considering how small it was. Everything was just thrown into the room, even the few boxes that didn’t even belong there. I dropped the last few items and headed to the kitchen that had a note on it. I decided to skip the note and head towards the tap to drink some water. I didn’t have a cup so I brought my head under the tap and cupped my hands after turning the water handle to the right and then up. A few groans were heard from the tap and after a few seconds, the tap flew from its previous spot, and water gushed everywhere. I quickly turned the water off and screamed out in frustration. Today just wasn’t my day.
The only reason I was here, was because my parents kicked me out of my house. I stayed at hotel for a few days, and looked for a few apartments that were cheap enough for me to rent… I slid down the grimy cupboard and sat on the now cold and wet floors.
After a few minutes of sulking, I get up and fill the tiny fridge with Milk and a few meals for later in the week that I had bought after leaving the hotel. I find a towel in one of the boxes and dried the kitchen floor and benches before grabbing my keys to my crap car. I walked outside and lock the apartment with the key which was left next to the note. The note had read:
The water in the kitchen isn’t working at the moment; a plumber will fix your problems sometime next week. I am so sorry for the inconvenience, I hope you like your new home
-Jess (Owner)
*Few Hours Later*
I come back to my ‘new home’ and grab the thin mattress and drag it inside the house, I picked it up the recycling store, and it was really all I could really afford. I put it into the bedroom and packed out the rest of the boxes.
After 2 hours, everything was in place, and I went back into my room. I open the inbuilt cupboard and find a long shirt and another pair of clean underwear. I slip it on and leave the still damp clothes on the floor, I climb into my bed, bringing the blanket up to my chin and curling up into a ball.
I always hated night time, I would never be able to sleep and thoughts and anxiety would rise up inside of me, and I it would normally end horrible. I tried to shut my brain off, the voices of my parents didn’t stop nagging and screaming at me. It’s not that my parents hated me, it’s just that I ruined their life’s, and they’ve said that to me many many times. My first memory of me and my parents was of my mom telling me how I was the biggest and worst mistake that ever happened to them. That they could’ve had a happy life if I wasn’t here, although after a while, she started hitting me or mostly slapping me, that was when I was 4, I am now 17. My dad would be worse than my mom with the abusing, he would punch or kick, mum would too, but much weaker attempts.
I guess my escape from life was music; music really helped me when I was in bad times. Although my mother would never get me something that was able to play music, so eventually I saved up for one, but while I was waiting, I normally sang. My parents hated my singing, they said that it hurt their ear drums, and they would normally hit me again. So I stopped singing when they were around.
I had stuffed up this week because I had disobeyed my dad, and so my dad started screaming and swearing and so gradually so did my mom. And their last words were ‘Get out of my house! And never come back!’ And a few swearwords and names.
I stayed at the hotel, since I didn’t really have friends in high school. High school wasn’t much easier either. People would judge me because I would always have bruises and cuts on my face or body. And a few boys from the football team liked to push me against the lockers, which normally caused the bruises which were on my hips. I tried to wear a lot of baggy clothes to cover up the bruises; people would call me fat and all those things. And at the beginning I didn’t feel fat, but I didn’t really have much weight on me. And so it gradually got worse and now they’ve caused me to have ribs digging into my mattress. I guess I like the feeling now, it gives me comfort.
At lunchtimes I would prefer to hang out in the bathrooms, even though people normally wrote a lot of stuff about me in there, it was the only place where people wouldn’t tell it to my face. Most of them were with their friends outside or in the cafeteria, or kissing in the janitor’s closet.
I guess my life isn’t the best of the best.
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