SMILE

2. Pain and torture.

My mother is banging on my door to wake me up.

I am so glad ,I locked the door last night or I would be on the floor and she'd be kicking me.

"Get UP YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING!".

"I AM UP MOTHER. I am coming down"

I get up. My head is banging like big drums and I can't make out a thing that's around me. I am used to falling asleep  crying but today is worse .

"RAVEN ARE YOU COMING DOWN OR DO I HAVE TO COME UP?."

WELL THAT woke up pretty well. Because I don't want blood on my face this morning.

She wasn't like that.
I wasn't like this.

This house used to be our home, a Happy place and good place with smiles and laughter.

But now this house, my home is described as a living hell. I'm scared to come here. I am never at peace even when I'm sleeping.

Maybe peace is something I don't deserve or maybe it's something I can't afford either.

The only escape is my school.
That place is not nice either.
I don't know who invented bullying ,but I want to smack that guy's face.

I walk down stairs with my bag on one shoulder. I am sure I won't be getting any Breakfast today so I walk towards the door.

It's not like I get it every other day. I am not that lucky.

But my mother's pulls me back and slams me into the wall

"Where DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING WITHOUT SAYING A WORD?" She spits on my face.

"I..I...I...am sor....sorry" I cry out these words.

She pulls me up "go you good for nothing bitch."

And throws me at the door.

I get up as quickly as I can and walk out.
"Ah. The bruise from last week is not gone and I got a new one". I rub my shoulder , trying to wear a black leather jacket. I don't want anyone to see these.

I take out my ear buds and start listening to the music. I look up and see a guy walking towards me.
His eyes carry sadness within.

But I ignore them and continue walking. Though a part of me wanted to ask him what was wrong.

I reach the school within half an hour. And walk inside.

God if I knew I am going to be hit the moment I step inside.

Well it's not that I could have done something about it but I would have taken some measure to save my face from the locker.

But I didn't.

And Lauren did what she do, every start of the week ,so I know what my place is through out the week.

And that's beneath her feet.

Also again it's not like the hitting is going to stop for a week. It will get worse  if i don't give her my lunch. If I have any. 

She won't eat it ,she will just take it away from me.

According to her, I am a fat ugly looking bitch and I need to lose weight to look nice enough to be her servant.

Well that's that.

And what else is wrong with my life.

Oh a dead dad.

Oh a mean sibling.

Oh no money.

Oh no friends.

Also ah depression.