«Rouge Point of View»
A few days had passed since my realization. I had finished my song which I was immensely proud of. It was for Shay, and was entitled Nightingale. It was about how I was doomed, but then Shay had saved me, just when I needed him.
Today was my birthday, and I was excited. I didn’t have school, so I wouldn’t chance being bullied, and my mom and I were going to spend the day together.
I got out of my bed, and got ready for the day. I ran down the stairs and saw my mother in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, grabbing her keys and about to head out the door.
“Mom?” I question, “Where are you going?”
“I-I have surgery today, darling,” she stutters.
“On my birthday?”
“It’s your- shoot.”
“You seriously forgot my birthday?!”
“Rouge, love, you don’t understand. The chemo’s been effecting everything. I can hardly do anything, and it’s getting harder and harder to remember-” she attempts to cover up.
“Save it mom,” I choke, tears stinging in my eyes, attempting to boil over.
“Rouge, you don’t understand. I need this.”
“Why, Mom? I thought you were getting better! Why do you need this surgery in the first place? Why couldn’t you have scheduled it for any other day?” I explode, “You know what? Whatever. Go get your surgery. Go get surgery on what could be the last birthday I get to spend with you.”
Now, the tears wouldn’t stop. I see my mother’s face fall, but I was enraged. I whispered, just loud enough for her to hear, “Some mother you are. I hate you.”
I run up the stairs, not bothering to look back. I ignored the protests from my mother. I blasted into my room, slamming the door shut, and locking it. I slid down my door, crying into my knees.
My mind turned to the one thing I promised myself I would never do again. I walked into my bathroom, and opened my medicine cabinet. I opened my bag of cheap razors, removing a few blades. I twirled the cold piece of metal between my fingertips, this weapon of destruction. I roll up my sleeves, exposing the scars of my past. These blades wrecked me.
As much as I tried, I couldn’t bear to bring the metal to my skin. I vowed I wouldn’t do it again, and besides, I was probably over reacting. I roll my sleeves down, and prepare to apologize to my mom.
I fly down the stairs, eager to make things right with my mom, when I see that the house is empty. Wow. My mother left me alone on my birthday, even after that big fight. I guess she really didn’t care.
Knock, knock, I heard a rapping on my door. I go to answer it, anticipating my mother would be on the other side of the door. However, when I flung open the door, I was tackled by none other than Shay.
“Rouge you are officially eighteen! Eight freaking teen!” Shay screams, picking me up and spinning me around.
“True dat,” I sigh, still let down by my mom’s actions.
“Why are you sad, Love?”
“I was abandoned.”
