Two Times Better

Shattered glass and a shattered heart

I walked as fast as I could out I the school. I didn't want Aaron to see me. He as gonna ask why I was crying and I really didn't feel like telling him. I heard somebody calling my name. It was Aaron. I kept walking without turning around so it would seem like I didn't hear him.

"Ana! Ana," he said as he finally caught up with me out of breath,"hey, I didn't see you at lunch or any other periods." Aaron said confused.

"Um I skipped lunch. I had to see my first period class teacher." I lied.

I could feel Aaron looking at me.

"Hey," Aaron said as he stopped me," have you been crying?" He seemed concerned. I put my head down and said: "No. I'm fine. Really."

"You have been crying. Your eyes are all puffy and your face is damp. What happened?" Aaron said very concerned.

"I don't want to talk about it! Ok?!" I said annoyed. I could see he was a little hurt. I felt bad now. I was being rude.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"No, no. It's ok. I understand." Aaron said cutting me off. He didn't look as hurt as he did concerned.

"I'll talk to you later, okay?" I said putting my hand on his arm.

"Okay." He said and I walked into my house. I set my book bag down and went to the fridge to make a sandwich. I hadn't eaten all day! I made my sandwich, picked up my book bad, and went to my room. I started to do my homework at my desk and then my door slammed open. I jumped not expecting it. I saw my mother in the door way.

"What the hell are you doing home?" Said my mother. She smelled of beer and smoke.

"It's 2:45. I got home 15 minutes ago from school."

She walked over to my desk and just about toppled over. She smelled even worse up close.

"Mom, have you been drinking?" I asked while holding my nose.

"Yeah. Why do you care?" She said in a kind of mad tone.

"You really shouldn't be getting drunk. It's only 2:50!" I said.

"Yeah so? I can do whatever I want and you can do anything about it!" Said my mom getting closer to me. I was starting to get a little scared.

"Mom, please. Can you please go-go back to doing what you were. I ne-need to do my homework!" I said stuttering.

"No!" Then she pushed me into my wall and grabbed my shirt.

"Don't speak to me that way ever again!" Then she slapped me multiple times across my face. She let go and I fell to the floor. I started to cry and she turned around and saw the picture of my dad and I when he was still alive. She took the picture off of the wall and threw it to the ground making the glass shatter and the picture rip.

"NO!" I screamed as I ran to the broken glass and ripped picture. I started to bawl while holding the picture.

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!" I screamed. For a second, I saw a spark of guilt in her eye but she just walked away, toppling everywhere. I just sat there on the floor holding that picture. It was the only picture I had of my own with my dad and now it's ruined. I looked at the glass on the ground and picked up a piece of it. I had so many thoughts running through my mind. I put the ripped picture down and held that piece of glass in my hand. I put the glass up to my wrist and started to bawl. I didn't want to but I did at the same time. I held my breath and pushed on my skin with the sharp piece of glass and slid it over my skin. I felt the blood trickle down my arm and I felt a little better. I put a few more cuts into my arm. It made everything feel a little better by each cut. I suddenly felt free.