I opened my eyes to see not a light, peace occupying my thoughts, nor my sight. But the dark deep walls of a place i call 'my room'. Devastating. the least i could describe it, honestly. I groan as i rub my blue eyes. That has seen a lot. Has seen people staring at her in disgust, or have been crying from day to night. Sometimes, when she sleeps, they take rest. Oh how she wished she could take a rest. Rest was such satisfying word for her. In fact, if she could rest forever, she wouldn't have second thoughts.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the woman that would constantly and repeatedly scream at her. She would order Aspyn to do things, this and that. Finish this quickly, then do that afterwards. Or else, you'll get punished. She just shrugged the thought away at hearing the word punishment. Her whole life's been a punishment from the universe anyways, so it could only get worse.
"wake up you lazy slag! I told you to wake up early didn't I?! You're so stupid oh my fucking god! You're gonna be late for school again! Get your ass up." her voice was irritating. The kind that would make me feel as if my eardrums were about to burst. I sighed and instantly got up. "you didn't have to shout" i said with a low tone. But of course, she would hear that. She catches everything.
"what'd you say?! Huh? You ungrateful little bastard you should be thankful we even feed you in this house!" my mother scoffed. I roll my eyes.
"i'm sorry. and in fact, i don't care if you feed me or not. So there's nothing i should be thankful for. Especially to you." I laughed sarcastically. Her eyes pierced through me as she barged inside my room and slapped my face.
I don't know what hurt more. The burning pain that i felt against my cheek, or the painful truth about my life. She has gave me so much pain. She has told me such hurtful bur true words. She. I don't want to call her mother because she never acted like one. And she'll never be my mother.
I personally think that parents shouldn't exist. Especially, mothers. They make you through oneness with the man they love and they suffer to keep you alive in their stomachs and when you're out, they start changing. They won't care about you anymore.
"i'm doing this for your own good". Lies. Pure lies. If lies could kill, i would be dead a long time ago.
But sadly, the can't.
A tear escapes my oceany eyes not made with hurt or pain, nor misery. But with pure and only anger. I leave the room and went to school. Good thing i wore a big hoodie, to hide the ugliness. The gross and disgusting paint of dark blue, violet and black everywhere. One on my right shoulder, one on my left arm. The most recent one was last night, when she kicked me in the right thigh. She told me i was useless.
There they go again. As soon as i entered the premises of school, the teenagers gave me stares. Just like they do every single day. Don't they ever get tired of it? Don't they get tired of looking at me? Haven't they had enough look at me? Because i get tired of me.
I walk a bit faster to enter my classroom. I knew i was late. I was always late. Mr. Smith glared at me as my classmates turned all their attention to me. I hate it when they look at me. Can't they just tell me i'm ugly and mind their own fucking business?!
I look down, waiting for another yelling. "Ms. Bauer, i already told you to get to school earlier next time, right? What did you do? Don't even dare to make excuses." i look up to meet with his old green eyes. I cough.
"i woke up late Mr. Smith" he chuckled bitterly.
"of course you did. Detention for you after class."
well, atleast i'm going to be gone for a bit from that hell-hole.
