Lunatic

Chapter 17.

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Chapter 17.

As time went by as I slept more. My body woke and woke. Meaning I was waking up. My head throbbed. My chest burned. It was hard to breathe also. I didn't want to wake. I didn't want to speak and I didn't want to encourage anything right now.

The nightmare I had hours ago. Mom was beginning to tell me how much I wasn't worth it but I am. She sat on my bed and was beginning to tell me many things I never wanted to hear. Then everything went black around us, the bed shook, and my mother turned into some type of demon. So scary and realistic it was, it was just another nightmare though. I didn't want to remember it either.

"Geraldine." Alma tapped my arm. "I have got your water and medicine," Medicine that worked was what I needed. I sat up carefully and took the water from Alma. She handed me a small cup of black liquid.

"What is this?" I asked her. I've never seen any black medicine before. It was frightening. "I'm not drinking this,"

Alma nodded. "You have too," I shook my head.

"I am not drinking poison." Poison had to be what that was. It was black and medicine doesn't look black. Alma giggled.

"This isn't poison. It's a medicine that is suppose to revive you from remembering those chapters of that bad dream you had." Alma handed me the small cup with the healing medicine again. "It also swells down the ache in your head,"

I drunk the medicine. Water after. Immediately I felt a weird feeling feeling. Coldness inside my body. I tucked myself back into bed and tried to ignore the strange feeling. I was cold because the liquid was cold. "I'm going back to sleep." I mumbled and turned over. My eyes closing and just dreaming.

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"Geraldine!" Mom yelled my name and I stood from my bed. I went downstairs to see what she wanted. Laurena was still with her friends.

"Clean the house. Your father and I are going out," I'm never downstairs. I'm always inside my room. I shook my head.

"No. I don't make these messes. You and him do," My mother set down her purse on the counter. Turning to face me.

"You never say no to me. You live under this roof so put your part in," I sighed and still shook my head at her. I looked down, avoiding her stare.

Mother moved towards me. I turned to walk away to my bedroom until she grabbed my arm. "Clean the damn house," She jerked my arm and I tripped on my feet. Landing onto the ground. My eyes teary.

Dad walked down the stairs and said, "Everything better be clean when we get back home. Rat," I looked down at the ground as my arm held my upper body up. My hair blocking my face. I had given up on doing anything now.

I was tired of being called rat from my dad. My mother hurting me. More mentally than physically but her nails do hurt. I had friends at school, I lost some after my low diet began though. I was becoming lonely in the world. My only friend that I truly loved was Laurena. My parents were my bullies. Is that even okay?

They had left and the house was all mine for now. I wish we had a pet, a dog perhaps. I walked to my bedroom. My footsteps stopped at the very top of the stairs. I looked to the left, where my parent's bedroom was at. I knew it was a bad idea for what I was about to do. The brave movements I was doing. I made my way inside and closed their door.

Mom's jewelry was spread out on the dresser board. Dad's ties were spread out on the bed. I looked at the headboard mirror that was attached to their dresser. Two pictures were by each other. A picture was of them two with Laurena when she was just a newborn. The other was the whole family on Christmas. Everybody smiling except my parents. I was held in grandma's arms. Smiling wide as ever.