Unforgivable

A Normal Day

I woke up my body sore, my head pounding, my back scarred, and bloody. I got out of my bed and opened the door to my bathroom starting the shower. I walked back into my room towards my dresser and got some clothes as I waited for the water to warm up. I walked back into the bathroom stripping my clothes off.

The water was warm and it stung my wounds but I ignored it and washed off all the blood I could. Before I got out I turned the water on cold and the water helped numb my back and relax my muscles. I turned off the water and got out of the shower grabbing my towel wrapping it around my waist.

I grabbed a brush on the counter and brushed my hair. Then I grabbed a blow dryer and dried my hair quickly. I walked back into my room putting on my boxers and black skinny jeans. Going back in the bathroom I opened a drawer and got out one of my mom's makeup things. I grabbed some powder and put it on some of the bruises and scratches on my face.

Putting the makeup down I grabbed my mom's old straightener and straightened out my bangs.

"Marco!" my mom yelled at my door. I closed my bathroom door and grabbed my black shirt from off the bed, opening the door as I was putting it on. She looked at me her eyes half closed and dull, alive.

I walked away from the door and to my dresser opening a box that laid on top of it.

"Do you h-have to be so gay?" her words came out as slurs. Yes, I  have to be very happy, I thought to myself knowing if I said a word I would get beat. "I mean l-l-look at your-r clothes," her drunken self-said.

I reached for a spike designed choker to hide the bruise around my neck, but that didn't mean I wouldn't wear it if my family weren't dominant, sex-crazed, cock sucking-

"Are you e-even listening to me-e?" she yelled. I grabbed a glove from the box putting it on my left arm to hide my cuts. Then I grabbed 4 different bracelets for my right arm. One said Three Days Grace, another said Welcome to the pity party, the third said Sleep when you're dead, and the last had my name on it along with my brothers. I loved to wear it, it made me feel like he was still here but I knew he was dead.

I grabbed my bookbag, phone, and keys. I kissed my mom on the forehead before walking out of my room. I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water before walking out of the door. I put my phone in my back pocket and keys in my bookbag before putting my bookbag on my back careful not to press on my scars too much.

I ran to the mailbox and grabbed my skateboard. I rode down the street and around a corner. It was still a little dark but it wasn't as dark as it was before I got in the shower. I stopped at a bench and sign and put my earbuds in. I sat on the bench and waited for the bus, holding my board with one hand, changing the song with the other.

I looked up to find the bright yellow-orange bus stopping before me. I got up and got on with the occasional glares. A piece of paper hit my head but I just continued to walk to the back of the bus. Sitting down was the second easiest part of the day.