Leave Me Alone

Chapter Two- Mother Nature hates me

Chapter Two- Mother Nature hates me

Aviana's POV

"Arrghh, errghhh, owwwhhh, urrggghhh!" I grumbled, as I lay on my bed, just before school, clutching onto my abdomen like a crazy manic.

Mother Nature hates me. I swear. I have to remind myself once a month that I am not a complete psychopath who needs to be locked in a padded call. I'm just on my period. I wish Mother Nature would just send a text every month and be like 'Hey gurl! You ain't pregnant so enjoy! Bye!'

Leon burst in my room and groaned when he saw me spread out across my bed in pain.

"Get up," he gruntled.

"Fuck off," I cursed at him. He folded his arms and gave me a knowing look.

"Are you on your period?" He asked, blatantly. I gritted my teeth and stuck my tongue out at him. How mature. I know, no need for the praise.

"I started my day by waking up in a pool of my own blood. Is that how you'd like me to end yours?" I smiled widely, giving him a fake grin. Panic flooded his eyes before returning  back to normal.

"Whatever. Get up for school!" He said, tugging at my bedsheets. I groaned as I fell on the floor. I lay on the cold, hard floor, my back arched and crooked. I got up slowly and scowled at Leon. He gave me a fake smile before leaving me room silently.

I rolled my eyes and entered the bathroom. Why? Why, oh why, did I have to get my period on the first day of school? Why should I get punished for not being pregnant? Why? Why? Why?

I muttered a few curse words before stripping completely and entering the shower. I put on the tap and felt the warm,hard drops of water bash against my skin. I felt relieved. Away from my pains and sorrows. Away from the world. But I knew as soon as I stepped out of the shower and left the bathroom, reality would flood back in. I lived living in my own fantasy world with pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows. Where my dad and step mother wouldn't pressurise me to be 'perfect'. Where I was somebody. I meant something to someone. Where I wasn't worthless. Where I was worth something. Something good.

Sighing heavily, I left the shower and wrapped a towel around my body. I exited the bathroom and chose some clothes to wear. I picked out some black ripped tights under a black dungaree. I chose another leather jacket from my collection. I wore my undergarments quickly before my period started again and wore my chosen outfit. I walked to the other side the room where my night stand was. I picked up a brush and brush out my hair. I put it up into a quick high ponytail and put the brush back. My hand swept over a small picture. I squinted my eyes at it as I brought it closer to my face. Then, at once I realised who it was.

My mother. My own mother. The mother who died 2 years  ago and left me with a heartbroken father. He remarried to Sandra. My step-mother. She was an evil bitch. My father was just too blind in love to see it. They hit me. The abuse me. They're heartless. Sandra has her own children who are around the same age as me and Jake. They're treated in every way superior to us. Leon, Jake and I are nobody's compared to Sandra's children. Father is so in love, he asked me what my bloody name was once. He had to fill in a form about me once, an he fucking forgot my bloody birthday.

Sandra was pure evil. And her and dad were coming back in a week. And what's worse? They're bringing her children; Stephanie and Dakota. Both of them were twins and were around 15 or 16 years of age. They were also rich, spoiled brats. Sandra and her lousy children were just basking off my fathers money. It's funny how one happy family can change so drastically in such little time. My mother died. The mother who'd say that the Sea Monster would come for me if I didn't eat my supper. The mother who supported me when I was going through puberty. The mother who stood by my side and taught me every math skill. The mother who was the one who really loved me, from the bottom of her heart. Father never really cared about me. But I remember. I remember the times when he'd pick me up from kindergarten and carry me on his shoulders. I remember when we'd go to the park and buy ice cream. I remember  all of that. Too bad he can't even remember my name. Leon and Jake love me as much as I love them. But Sandra and Father hate me the most. They don't want a daughter. They wanted a son. I'm a nobody. I'm unwanted. And I'm unloved.