Smutny

My Life Is Hell

“Hello? Missy, Missy… What are you waiting for bring me my coffee! NOW!” said Eleanor Grant. As ordered I brought my mother’s coffee in a hurry. The weekend was so deadly boring, and today I can’t wait to go to school. Even if I don’t have a friend, or someone to talk to, doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate my art classes. And today I have three. Eleanor probably saw my excitement, because right when I arrived at her table, I got a big round slap in the face. While a shot of pain went through my face, Eleanor couldn’t resist saying, “Well, well, well! Missy has art classes today doesn’t she? And this is why you are not going to school today. I have a list for you on the table, which needs to be done before I reenter this house tonight. Comprende?”  Before I could talk back, Kurt Barren arrived in the room with an angry impression on his face. With this, I knew I couldn’t do or say anything more or I’ll end up with another swollen cheek. I swear my parents are only there to make my life a living hell. If there was something worst then hell, my life is an example. Once there was a teacher who realized that there was something wrong, and asked me if it was my parents who beat me up. I didn’t answer, but she probably saw the answer in my eyes because she left with a determine face. That night I heard a knock at the door, and there she was with a police officer. Something else you should know about my cruel parents, they love acting. As they always did when we have visitors, they act like nothing was wrong. That we were a perfect, happy family, they explained all my bruises, and cuts as boxing accidents. Yup, they invented that I was doing boxing. And I in all of this needed to play in their little game, or else I would get worst than cuts, and bruises. They never told me what it was, but I don’t want to know. So I obey.

  Without another word, I served Kurt coffee, grabbed my keys, the list, and went out of the house. I am old enough to get a car, and I even have a license, but do you really think they would get me a car? No way! But it is in my life saving agenda. But it only comes second, first is my way out of this abominable place: college. As I walked down the street, with my coat squeeze tight, I thought, or more daydream of a life with different parents, and way of living. How it could be and most of all what it will feel like to be happy. But my daydream got cut short very quickly, in front of me was Willy Roberts; the biggest bully in town, and the ugliest. With his height, and muscle arms yes he looks menacing, but his hairstyle is completely off, and his style? Ugh don’t even mention it. And he just loves to invent rumors; it is because of him I don’t have friends, or that people don’t talk to me. He spread around the entire school that I was a dirty slut, and gets beat up because I like it rough, and searches for fights. He even told the neighborhood that I was in a gang who kills people, and cause of that, parents doesn’t let their children approach me. The only person who knows it’s not true, and who actually pity me is Miss Benita. And her shop is the first place on the list, but I will make a little detour, today is not the time for Willy to see me, or he will push me in front of a car or something. So I made a quick turn left, which got me in a dark alley. I always take dark alleys; it’s always easier for me to travel, but this one… I never took. It gave me the creeps, and it’s really unnatural for me to have goose bumps. Somehow, this alley told me it wasn’t my place to be. But it’s probably only my paranoia mind playing tricks on me again, so I kept going. As I walk the long dark alley, which every single wall had graffiti’s on, I kept having the feeling that I was being watched. But when I turned to look back, all I saw was darkness. Oh well, that slap might have give me a concussion after all.  When I finally arrived on a corner, that’s when I heard voices. At first they were whispers, and as I try to understand what it was saying, I couldn’t. I think they were speaking Greek, but I’m not sure. I took my courage with both hands, and advanced. When I turned the corner, all I saw was darkness, with a faint strip of light coming from a crack on a building. There was no sign of whispers, just the sounds of rats rattling under paper. This was it; I’m heading to the hospital! When I turned abruptly on my heels to go back on my tracks, something round, and the color of gold was the last thing I saw before something hard knocked me to the ground. Darkness was pulling me down, and so I did; I let it drifted me in a peaceful darkness.