Story of Matilda

First day of the new year

It's pitch black, I can hear monitors and doctors scattering around. It also smells of toilet cleaner and something burnt, I can feel my body intensify as everything aches within me and outside of me.

"She's convulsing" one man says.

"God please help this child" I hear a woman plead from my left.

"Get a oxygen mask stat"

"We have a code red in the icu"

"all hands are required for immediate surgery" blares through the black.

"Please just let me die"

I yearned but it was just a dream of the past. I sigh and sit up in my antique tiny twin bed with no sheets or pillows. It's not light out yet but school opens around 5am. Way earlier than any other school around but y'know what they say, the early bird gets the worm and there were plenty of worms at my school.

I get out of bed and pick out my usual outfit, scarf, gloves, sun glasses, jeans, and a black turtle neck. All needed for covering my half crisp body. You see, me and my father have never actually seen eye to eye, it was like fist to fist or well more like fist to my face. He hated me from the moment I came screaming out of my mothers womb. Nothing says "welcome to the world" better than your parents yelling down each others throats about sending you to an adoption home while your mom is still on the operating table.

On my 7th birthday my mother found out she had terminal brain cancer. She said she couldn't bare with the thought of leaving me alone with my father. . so she left me alone with my father.  What I'm basically trying to say is she offed herself and didn't even say goodbye or "happy birthday, Matilda"

After her funeral, I guess my father had this pent up rage for her leaving us. obviously he didn't read her fine print on how much of an ass he had been when she was around. He didn't decide to change for the better but more for the worse. He probably didn't even read her letter, with the beautiful penmanship I can almost remember like yesterday.

I guess, He had decided from that point on, I was the dirt on his shoe. Unwanted filth that got left on him by my deceased mother. He wanted to clean me off his shoes and get me out of his life completely by pouring corrosive cleaning product on my body during my bath after her wake.

I could've died but I'm here sadly, with burns and this story to tell. I grab the half smoked joint and lighter on my dresser, sparked it up and looked myself in the mirror. I look at my half burned face and discolored eyes. Luckily the bastard only took a few chunks of my hair, enough to where I can still hide the evidence of the damage that remains on my body.

When I smoke it helps me forget how fucked everything is. I open my phone and I have one missed text from my best friend, Jesse. I met him online 4 years ago and he's always been there for me through thick and thin even if he's 1,000 miles away.

"Hey girl, I hope your first day of the new year goes smooth. Maybe, you'll meet a hunk to kick ur dads ass into Reece's pieces. Anywhore text me when you get home. Biiiiii ily ;o "

Oh, by the way, Jesse is gay and has anorexia nervosa. I'm worried about how frail he's gotten in the past year. When he was in middle school the kids would bully him on his weight, he was kind of a chubby kid but who isn't as a child? I'm trying to help him as much as I can but I know it isn't working since I'm not there with him in person.

I look at my clock and it's 4:33am. Time to get headed to the hell hole I call school, i grab my bag, slip on my converse and tip toe down the stairs that is filled with smut from cigarettes and alcohol that have pilled up on the ground over these past couple years of my moms death. I get down the stairs, peek into the living room to make sure my dad wasn't on the couch and sure enough he was.

"Hey cunt. Get your ass out here and make me some fucking breakfast or else" he says sternly.

I tense up because I knew I only had so much time to get to school and I didn't want to be late on my first day.

"But I have to get to school early for the opening ceremony and if I don't leave now Will miss it so. . I got to go. . Bye" i ramble and then storm for the door. I hear my dad get up and start sprinting after me.

"Get back here you piece of shit, where do you think you're going? Who raised you and protects you?" He grabs me by my hair as I get out of the door and drags me inside by it. I scream, cry, and yell. No ones hears me, no one knows, or well at least I thought but someone was watching all along.