"daniel,"
my mother asked, her brow furrowed.
i could tell she had a hard day at work last night.
"what took you? didn't you take the bus?"
"sorry mum, it took a bit longer today."
her face twisted into confusion but i could tell she wouldn't push what i had said because she didn't care.
"well alright daniel."
and that was it.
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god i didn't want to do my homework.
god i didn't want to do anything.
god i wanted to end it.
but i didn't even know why.
i sat down with my maths, so frustrated i could barely think. i didn't want to do it. i didn't want to do anything anymore.
whatever.
-
dinner was indifferent. the same talk my parents always talk.
the same "how was your day" and then leave it at that.
but
i could tell something was wrong.
my dad
he kept eyeing me.
after dinner, "daniel?" from my dad
"yes dad?"
"i just looked at your grades." i could see his eyes were getting angry.
"and?" i was so impatient. whatever he had to say, i could care less.
"you give me attitude, son." he was angry now, his fists clenched.
"i'm not-"
i could see him getting worked up. the yelling was about to start. i braced myself.
"if you want to get ANYWHERE in this world, school is where you have to work at it. no son of mine is going to end up without a high school diploma. don't disappoint me, boy. i've worked hard for you. you have to work hard for yourself. DON'T DISAPPOINT ME."
as i always do, i sat there are took all his yelling, as it continued. i'd learned never to argue back or say anything for myself. he doesn't understand.
"do you hear me?" he bellowed.
"yeah." i said, my eyes rolling, just enough so he didn't catch it. i thought of how much i couldn't wait to get upstairs to my bedroom.
"yes what?"
"yes, sir."
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why is everything so heavy?
Fanfic!!please let me know is you read this. comment please. constructive criticism is everything.!! {this phanfic will be depressing, trigger warnings are issued now. comments and favorites are greatly appreciated.} ~when completed, i will write complete...
