You know the feeling when you're in the middle of a really good dream then you wake up?
Yeah, I get it. Except I hardly ever have good dreams and I was rudely awoken by my Mother for the umpteenth time.
"Get up! Time for your run!" she screeches as she pulls open the blinds.
I groan as I shield my eyes with my arm. "No," I state simply.
"No?" her tone of voice is coloured with shock. "You dare to defy me again?"
"Keyword: again. I figured that if I'm gonna defy you then I better go full throttle," I turn over onto my side, away from her.
She grabs my arm and forcibly yanks me out of bed. I stumble before a sharp, stinging pain hits my cheek, accompanied by a loud slapping noise. My hand instantly comes up to feel my cheek, which is grazed.
My own Mother had slapped me.
I knew she hated me but I never thought she would slap me.
Shock briefly crosses her face before it's replaced with her usual hard exterior. I find myself shedding a few tears when I blink.
"You're nothing more than a selfish, worthless brat! It should've been you that died that day, not your brother! Hell, I wish it was you!" she screams. She all the sudden takes a step back, looking surprised once again. She mumbles something incoherent to herself. "I didn't mean it like that, you know I didn't mean it," she reaches forward, her arm outstretched to touch my cheek.
I take a step back. "What people say in anger is exactly what they feel. Now get out."
"But your exercise-"
She can't be serious, "I don't care about exercise now get out!" She quickly retreats.
I stand there, pure shock coursing through my veins. Was I really that hated?
Was I really that worthless?
As I lay in bed with a shaky breath, I hear harsh muttering, muffled by the walls. Somewhere in the house, people were arguing at this ungodly hour of the morning but I didn't care. Not now.
My nimble fingers frantically run through my tangled hair as tears silently stream down my face. This was my fault, I knew that I'd been pushing my Mother lately and I just kept going and she... snapped. Why couldn't I be a better person? I used to be so put together, so elegant.
So perfect.
But I was also so unhealthy, so sad and so, so self-conscious. But then again, not much has changed. The only difference is that the positives no longer exist.
So where did it all go wrong? Was it when I lost the two most important people in my life? Or was it before that, when my one goal was to please everyone except myself?
I lay there, simply staring at the plain, white ceiling for what feels like only a few minutes until my phone vibrates from me bedside table. The times reads 8:00am exactly, there's an unread text from Luke.
Good morning gorgeous, look out your window xx
I quickly get out of bed and peer over my window seat and out into the street. A smile briefly crosses my face when I see Luke leaning against his car, a drink tray containing two cups in his hand. His gaze catches mine and he grins as he offers a short wave.
Still in my pyjamas, I rush out of my room and jog downstairs. By the time I open the front door, Luke is already waiting. He pulls me in a one armed hug. "Hot chocolate?" he offers as he pulls away. He does a double take of my face. "What happened to your cheek?" he asks, his tone laced with concern.
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Dusk **UNDER CONSTRUCTION**
Teen Fiction"It was dark before I met you. My world was an infinite dusk, no sign of the sun in sight. You showed me love, you showed me hope, you showed me dawn." After Amaia Moore's forced to move into her controlling Mother's new boyfriend's house, she find...