Floating In The Sky

Chapter 8

"Justin, I can't have lunch with you." I said.

"Why?" He asked.

"Mainly, because Caroline won't let me go and also I just had dinner with you, yesterday." I explained making the last part obvious.

"You have a reason." He scratched the back of his head, "Then, could you come for sky diving this Sunday?"

I widen my eyes at him. "Are you serious?" He nodded. "Sure, I will come." A smile curled up on his face.

"Then," he stands up. "Meet you on Saturday. Bye."

"Bye." He exits the diner and I go to have lunch.

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"Why were you talking to that boy?" Kate said.

"He is my neighbour. I can talk to him." I said eating a spoonful of rice.

"You cannot."

"Why?" I face her.

"Because he is my boyfriend."

"He is my neighbour." I said rudely.

"Then, stay away from him." She says

In your dreams I whispered under my breath.

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"I am home," I said as I entered my house and placed my bag on the couch.

"Where were you?" Tiago says.

"I was at work and if you don't want me to work. Then SAY IT!" I shouted at him for asking me such a stupid question.

"Yes, I don't want you to work. Because I cannot keep my eye on you. This means you could meet that boy and I don't want that." He says.

"If you think that by doing this you are going to get what you want. Let me just make this clear. You are not."

"I got what I wanted. I just wanted you to be in this house, alone and away from the bad world."

"You don't know what is bad for me. You are the one who is bad for me." I point at him.

"You are going to regret this." He punches me on my side. I let out a weak scream as I started to fall on the floor. "If you think that Aunt Jenny will help you. She won't." He circled around me. "You know why?" He grabs me by the hair and pulls me as I come in contact with his hateful eyes. "Because she went back to Italy as her son died. Ain't that a shame." He knees me in my stomach. Tears water down my cheeks. "Guess this is for today." He leaves my hair and go into his room.

I limp to my room and take the blade out of my drawer. The shiny surface showed my stained face. Showed how weak I am. I dug it in my arm's skin making me flinch for a few seconds, then trailing it down slowly as blood trickled. 

Soon my hands were red and my face was covered with tears. There is no point in this life. I thought.

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Author's Note:
I am not supporting self harm.
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