Over and Over, Again and Again

5 ~

After awaking at Scott's I had gone back to school. After the tiresome and the bewildering day, I knew I had to return home, or else my mum would definitely send a party out to find me. I knew that she would not be happy that I had snuck off to Scott's house for the night again. I was walking home, and I knew the same speech would be waiting for me at the door.

"I don't like you hanging out with that boy, he is a bad influence. I don't like you sneaking out without telling me where you are going. You haven't done your homework. You're disobeying me.... blah.... blah.... blah...."

Shut the fuck up, if you please.

I entered my house by the back entrance. I tiptoed across the living room and began stepping up the stairs, but my mother burst out of the kitchen.

"Rosie!" She gasped angrily. I knew she wouldn't be relieved to see me back. She was so used to me leaving that she was always almost certain that I hadn't been kidnapped or something.

"Where have you been?" She asked loudly. After scanning my look of expectance, she knew.

"Why do you have to spend so much time with that stupid boy? So much time that you can't even come back home to sleep! I can't believe that you would take a random boy out the school over the top of the actual work! You're unbelieveable. You won't ever get the right grades if you spend too much time in boys bedrooms than doing homework!"

She had absolutely, no fucking idea.

"Maybe you are the problem?" I replied calmly.

Well that certainly stopped her talking.

"Maybe I don't come back home at night because I want to stay away from you." My confidence was growing and so was the volume of my voice. I may have sounded selfish but I wasn't prepared to stop. "You treat me horribly when you know how badly I'm treated in school. Surely any other decent parent would stick up for their kid and help them out? But no, not you. That is why I stay away. I can't bear your mean spirited ways. And yes, I know that when I return I get a bollocking like now, but that's definitely better than getting the same treatment twenty four seven." I released my breath at the end of my speech, feeling proud with myself for standing up.

"Fine then." My mother smirked after a moment of silence. "If you dislike the way I am, I will change for you."

"Oh I wish you would." I laughed. I had had enough of the conversation, so I scooted past her and up the stairs.

I had had enough of everything too, so I curled up into bed by six o clock. I skipped tea.

"Rosie."

Oh, shut up.

"Rosie."

I was really going to punch the wall.

"Ow!"

Someone was poking me. It was really painful.

"Do you mind?" I shouted.

Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke.

Was it actually nessecary? It felt like someone was trying to stab through my arms. There wasn't anyone there to poke me. Who ever it was, they were violent.

Poke.

Are you serious?

Poke.

I launched out of the bed, flipping and hurling over as I did so. It felt fun, but I landed on my feet. I turned into a ninja, and karate chopped the air. Wisps of cold air circled me as I spun around and around.

"Rosie." the voice was - as always - sharp, but in a kind of echoey tone.

I'm out of my mind.

I continued kicking out around the room, adding appropriate sounds to the movements. I must have been jumping pretty loudly, because it wasn't long until my mother barged into my bedroom.

"What on earth do you think you're doing?" She yelled over my own shouts. I stopped.

What was I doing.

Crazy idiot.

"You mental child." She sighed under her breath. She grabbed me sternly and looked sharply into my eyes, which were filled with terror and stupiditiy. "What is the matter with you?"

She stood, glaring at me for seconds more. Then her expression softened slightly. I took this as my que. I wasn't sure of what I thought of my mum but I really didn't like her ways. Now, however, felt like a decent time to tell her.

"They are calling me, it's the spirits. They want to take me! It's all my fault, I told them to take me and since then they have been haunting me. Terrorizing me. Slamming my doors, breathing in my bedroom, bullying me. They are mean! They are coming to get me and they are messing with my brain. I hate them. They aren't-"

"Calm down, Rosie." Mother interrupted me. I had rambled on and I wasn't even sure what I had said. What was that about spirits? I thought I was just losing my mind.

"There are no spirits." My mum assured me. "It's all in your head."

Just as I had expected her to say.

"We'd better get you to see a doctor about this." She announced.

Wow, it must be serious if my mum cares like that.

"No! Not the doctor!" I protested.

"You have to go in order to sort this out." She tried explaining as I restlessly paced around the room.

"You really ought to come down for tea, and I want you to get a decent nights sleep."

"I can't! They are stopping me from sleeping."

"Just try your best, and tomorrow, we are going to the doctor."

With that, she left my room, leaving me to come down for food. after I finished my meal and headed back upstairs, it happened again, only worse.

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