Edited 08/17/18
It's the next day, I arise from the deep sleep I'd had after being pushed around by both of my parents all night. The night before, after my mom forced Miles to leave, she came inside and looked at me with a disapproving expression. By this point, tears were rushing down my face. My mother walked into the kitchen where she retrieved a knife. When she came back, she immediately slashed my right shoulder, resulting in blood gushing out of it.
"That was for going out with a boy." She spoke harshly before slicing my left thigh. I winced in pain. "That was for almost kissing that boy." The speed in which my tears were escaping my eyes increased with each cut. Before I knew it, I had two more cuts, one on each ankle. "That one," she gestured towards the one on my left ankle, "is for coming home late, and that one," she pointed to the one on my right ankle, "is for being such a fucking disappointment." She finished. I jumped at her bitter words. "Now go upstairs and don't come down until your father comes home, I'm sure he'll have something to say about this as well." I began to walk up the stairs but she stopped me again, "And Catherine," I turned around, "I never want you anywhere near that boy again, understand?" I nodded, fighting the urge to argue that I go to the same school as him, and walked off towards the stairs. The entire walk up was spent preventing myself from passing out due to the blood loss. As soon as I made it up the stairs. I walked into my bedroom. I didn't care that the blood was all over me. I sat and cried, trying to stop the blood using pressure.
Later that night, when my dad arrived home, he chose a less painful approach by using his belt to repeatedly hit me across the back. Afterwards, I showered to wash off the blood and drifted off to sleep.
I let out a sigh at the memory of last night. I grab my dark colored mom jeans out of the closet, along with a long sleeved black and white striped crop top. I pair my outfit with my old skools vans. With my outfit, I wear a natural makeup look, not caring enough to add anything extraordinary. Finally, I grab my bag and walk downstairs. My mom isn't awake yet, thankfully. I don't feel like dealing with her rude comments about everything I do right now. To make sure I'm able to successfully avoid her this morning, I decide I'll stop and get breakfast on the way to school rather stay home for breakfast. Before I leave, I grab a ten out of my mom's purse, hoping she wouldn't notice.
When I get to the school, I make it my top priority to stay away from Miles and his friends. Though this goes completely against what I want, I came to the conclusion it'll be best for my health...and sanity for that matter. Okay, so, how can I avoid Miles all day? Maybe I could- My thoughts are cut off when the bell rings. I let out a quiet sigh and go to my first period class.
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Everything was going perfectly until fourth period rolled around. Fourth period is study hall. This means I can do almost anything, as long as I'm in a classroom and 'learning something'. Today, since Miles has the same class, I decide to go to the music room rather than the library. When I near the room I notice that no one is inside, aside from the choir teacher, Mrs S. I walk in and approached the teacher.
"Do you mind if I spend my study hall playing my acoustic guitar?" I ask, pointing towards the guitar case that sits in the corner alongside many other instruments dressed in the proper casing. Mrs S smiles at me.
"I'm actually going for my lunch now, but I trust you won't destroy anything without a supervisor in here, so if you'd like to stay and play your guitar, feel free. Just lock the door before you leave and give the keys to the main office." She explains. My face is as much as ecstatic by the end of her statement. The room to myself as I play my favorite songs? Fuck yeah!
"Of course, thank you Mrs S, I appreciate it." I speak. She nods and walks out of the classroom after taking a small amount of her belongings with her. A wide grin covers my face when I think about it again. I get to jam out, alone, without anyone judging me! AAAAAA! Right away, I run over to my guitar, which is wrapped neatly in it's case. I take it out carefully and hold it with the base being balanced on my right thigh. I begin strumming with my right hand and picking with my left as I imagine what life would be if I could do this regularly. Soon after I begin imagining my amazing life as a musician, a knock interrupts my daze. I stop playing and walk over to the door after delicately placing my gorgeous guitar against the chair. I open the door ever so slightly, not wanting to be interrupted. When I recognize the face, my expression changed to a confused one.
"Hey Cat." The words fall out of his mouth as if he'd been waiting to speak those exact words for an eternity prior to this moment. Thoughts cloud my head. How could he be here? He shouldn't be here. He left a long time ago. Correction, he left me a long time ago. Tears fill my eyes slightly, but I refuse to let them spill.
"W-what are you do-doing here?" My lips quiver. I don't realize but a tear slips down my face. He frowns.
"Don't cry." His knuckles graze my cheeks lightly before I swat him away.
"You don't get to touch me." I spit.
"Hey, hey, babe it's okay." He attempts to comfort me.
"Mark. Just-just please leave." I beg. He sighs.
"Please text me. Or talk to me tomorrow. Something?" The tears continue running down my face. This is too much crying in twenty four hours for one girl to handle. I don't respond. I close the door in his face. I lean my back against it and let out a shaky breath. After I hear Mark's footsteps distance themselves, I check my phone to see that I still have twenty minutes left in the period. I push all the events that just happened to the back of my brain and bring myself to my feet. I force myself to smile, in hope that it'll become genuine eventually. Fake it 'til you make it right? I sit back in my seat and pick up the guitar to play again. I strum to my favorite song at the moment, "Lovely" by Mt. Eddy. I sing along lightly to the song.
One day older, we feel colder
Pull my heart out, hold it close
Won't you hug me and hold me
And tell me I'm lovely
Why? Don't you think I'm living right?
You should stretch your legs out long
All the kids, they like it when you're tall
But they hate those shoes
Make your teeth get whiter
Plastic cheeks are harder to smile
But we fucking love it
After my little singing fit, the bell rings, telling me it's time for lunch. I lightly place my guitar back inside the case and close it up, leaning in the corner, as it had prior to my visit today. Then, I take the key that lies on the teacher's desk with me as I exit the classroom, locking the door behind me. Following my actions, I walk over to the main office where I drop off the keys. Before exiting the main office, I take a deep breath. This was the first, and hopefully the only, time I was dreading the period everyone calls, lunch.
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