Mr. Bones

Chapter 2 -The Successful Story

(A/N: Incase your wondering, Alex is non gendered. Soo, yee. Also, I had help from my best friend, they helped this make sense and edited it because I suck and they they are the best! That thanks to 'Trashy'!!)

~Have a wonderfully beautiful day ^-^~

Chapter 2

"Go to your fucking room!!! NOW!!" The command echoed throughout the house, shaking anyone who heard it. Glass breaking over threw the screaming as a flow of tears gushed from my eyes, blinding my view as I started running to my room. As I started making a bee line out the door to bolt up the stairs, I felt a sharp stinging pain shoot up my leg causing me to crash down on the floor. Wiping at my eyes to clear my vision, I looked down at my feet to see what was wrong.

Looking down, I could see a red substance dripping from small lines on my foot, along with small glass shards that used to belong to one of my mom's vodka glasses. "Now look at this mess!" I flinched at the sound of her voice as she stood up and stumbled over to me. As she reached me I looked up with wide eyes as she kicked open parts of my body with every word, "How. Stu-pid. Are. You?! " Once she stopped, I could feel where new bruises already forming. "Get up and clean this mess of yours!" Slowly, with a caution I'd learnt for survival, I lifted my trembling body to my feet. I could feel the glass cutting deeper and alcohol stinging at the fresh wounds. The puddle turning slightly pink as the blood mixed with everything else. "NOW!"

I dashed towards the closet that held cleaning supplies. Opening the door I rushed to get paper towels and spray. But as I turned around I saw my bloodied foot prints, my eyesight obscured by tears. No. No no no no- I got down and started rushing to clean my mess up as fast as I could with my temporary lameness. Once done with the foot prints my pace quickened, seeing that I was close, so, so close to being done. Suddenly, my mother stumbled over to me again and bent down to grab at my flesh. Panic held me tight, strangling me to the point of not being able to choke down air. I winced as her long nails dug into the nape of my neck, my frail body frozen in fear. I'd seen what she does when I try to squirm away. "Don't you see that your just fucking it up even more!?" Reaching up she used her left hand to ruffly turn my head to what was behind me.

Hesitantly, I shifted my bloodshot eyes where she was directing me to. I could see a trail of blood from my cut feet, and tears fell down my face as she continued scolding me, "You obviously need to stop your fucking bleeding feet!" She tightened her grip on my neck, my small five year old body shaking at her ice cold hands. It was pointless. The anxiety strangled me more then she could. I glanced at her with wide eyes and pinprick pupils, I tried my best to always fix my mess ups but this... I had no idea how, "Don't look at me with that horrid face! You made me mad, YOU ran in the house, and YOU stepped into the glass that YOU made me throw! Now learn quick and stop your pathetic bleeding!" And with that, she thrusted me hard onto the ground, her bright yellow heels clicking as she walked away leaving me in to roll in my own tears and blood. It wasn't supposed to be a calming feeling, I knew that much. But just the fact that she was gone if only for a moment filled me with enough relief to gasp oxygen back into my body before I passed out.

After she was finally out of sight, I lifted myself onto shaky arms and weak knees. A couple of my curly locks of hair dripped blood onto my left cheek, mixing with new tears that simply couldn't stop coming, turning it to a dirty streak of pink. Slowly I crawled over to the paper towels and spray that I had dropped earlier, once I got them I did the only thing I could think of and wiped at my feet with some paper towels. Tears coming down harder, I pulled out the pieces of glass that I could and stuck some paper towels on my feet. Once I got done rushing to finish cleaning I limped up the stairs as fast as my body would let me. Once I was up the stairs, I could faintly hear my mom and dad laughing happily and I couldn't hold the pain in as I ran to my room.