Alone

Family

Usually when I return home from school I head to my room and don't come out until dinner. But today was different. This time I didn't come home till after dinner due to the clubs activity. My father sat on the couch, waiting. Once the front door cracked open his head spun around to look at me. He gave me this glare of pure hatred. He didn't speak until I had closed the front door "Abigail, you missed dinner and didn't even tell us you were gonna be out". All I wanted to do then was punch him square in his face, but instead I tell him "Sorry, I didn't realize the creative writing club would last so long, and before I knew it, it was dark out". He snorted in disbelief. "Instead of writing stupid fantasies you should start studying for real things. I can't believe you". He walked away, heading to his room to join my mother. I stood there, I look up at my sister coming down the stairs. I started to tear up and ran past her into my room. I lock the door behind me and fall to the ground. My hands on my face as I cried.

The sun started to rise, shining onto my skin as I lay against the door. 'Another night of crying instead of sleeping.' I stand and starts getting dress. The bandages getting tighter each time I move. Making it difficult to breath. I took it off and hid it in my vent with my drawing book and a few razors. I've never used the razors but I kept them anyways. For personal reasons. I get up and puts on some clothes. Suddenly a loud knock interrupted the quietness. "Abigail, time for breakfast. Father doesn't want you missing anymore. Especially on Saturdays". I sigh and open my door. My sister had straight brown hair, tied up in a ponytail. She had green eyes like our fathers and freckles on her cheeks. She has always been jealous with my looks which I wouldn't mind giving them up. "Why do you always follow them like a sheep. It's like you don't have an opinion of your own". She didn't answer so I just walked past her and walked down to the kitchen.

I sat down at the dining room table and looked at the food. I wasn't at all hungry. So I sat there and watched as everyone ate. My father stared at me with his eyes full of disappointment. My mother just stared at her food. Her golden hair made her look way younger than she was. Finally she said "Abigail, today the young women's are going to the hospital to give out flowers. You're co-Abigail?!" I stood and ran outside. I grabbed my bike and started riding. I look back see my father run out the house yelling at me.