Five minutes past 6 ; early mornings are not my favorite. Especially when summer holidays had just finished and it's the first day back to school ,My body ached as
the sun shone brightly on my face as my mother walked into the room to wake me up."Melissa gets up now !!" She shouted at me after opening the curtains and exiting the room . I Groaned throwing my duvet as half of it lands on the floor . The sound of an alarm clock would be more appealing to me than her voice .
I try to steady myself out of my cozy bed, making my way as slowly as possible to the bathroom. I rub my right shoulder and as I did I caught my reflection in the mirror; I had bruises all over my face which hurt from last night beating. My fast and smooth instinct sent me into the distress of worry, so much that I decided to cover them up with make- up , so it wouldn't be noticeable.
The almost invisible but definitely not noticeable bruises were being covered by my brown bangs that tickled my cheek every time I moved slightly from my last position. I tied my hair up in a high ponytail, only then realizing how much alike it was to my dad's hair. My mind let myself into a deep analysis of what my dad would have looked like .I knew she was never my
Mother she never cared for my needs or my was ever there for me like the mother would for her daughter but she let her own pain sink and drown me with her . I knew she was never my mother and as a fact she never will be .
My mother never like the idea of my biological parents being mentioned even though I found out about them myself and she personally told me what happened when she got fed up of my constant questioning about them. She never liked me uttering a single word about them that's when I learned to keep it all to myself . Ever since I was little I had been forbidden to never mention their name or even think of them. In all honesty, I can't help it. Everyone in my life has a both their biological parents... everyone but me. And it hurts for me not to know who my dad and mom are or what happened to them. My mother lives in a world only created by temporary desires and pain and secrets after my supposed father left and never returned all hell broke out. She loves to hide my parent from me , just as much as she loves to hide me from them. "Melissa will you hurry up Jason will be here any minute now . !" She shouted once more from downstairs she uttered something and I knew it was the curse .She slammed the door and that's when I knew she left to drown herself at the bar .
I was quite hungry when I had woken up, as last night I ate nothing due to no food being in the fridge. But thankfully, my mother went shopping for food which she only did once a month and today happened to be that day . She had prepared blueberry pancakes for breakfast and as she did I inhale the delicious smell of the meal, only to find that one person I never thought I would see this academic school year.
Jason.
He was the stupid mistake I made when I was younger and blinded . I regret every time I looked at him he would always remind me how he broke me into millions of pieces.
I ate my food and grab some food for school. On leaving the kitchen, I grabbed my jacket and ran out the front door to, unfortunately, meet Jason. I hopped onto his bike as I placed mine. Helmet on and wrapped my arms around his waist for protection. "ready ?!" He asked and I nodded letting him drive me all the way to school.The speed kept increasing and did not, for once, decrease. And because of that, the view was hazy, blurry and too fast to disappear. My arrival to school was plain and simple, and definitely not attention grabbing apart from a few glances here and there. But someone I know had the exact opposite of my arrival on hers.
Katherine.
I smiled to her and acknowledge her presence then waited for her to join Jason and me .
