january 19th | 3:24 am
I'm in the hospital today.
It wasn't too much of a big deal, just a cut or two. Thanks, mom.
You sure do know how to show your love to me.
Olly thinks I'm writing a story for my English class. He's sitting in a small sad chair scrolling through his phone. I told him I needed all the quiet I could get and he's doing his best job at it. He doesn't know that he brought me my journal and I'm grateful he didn't snoop through it.
Sooner or later the doctor would come in to heal me up and then I'd be on my way. I think I only needed stitches.
In a drunken rage, my mother had thrown her bottles of beer at me. The glass shards dug deep enough to freak me out. I don't know what she was so mad about. All I was thinking was, mommy I'm scared and I don't know what to do.
An unlikely hero helped me. As I bawled my eyes out, Cody got control of her and had taken her up to her room.
I'm writing quickly, I'm scared Olly will let curiosity get the best of him.
One thing I wish I had: the ability to dodge those stupid bottles. Then maybe I wouldn't be stuck in here
YOU ARE READING
salty tears
Short Story"the world should be filled with love. that's what I imagined the world was to be in the first place but reality took me aside and drove me off a cliff" ◇─◇──◇────◇────◇────◇────◇────◇─────◇─◇ Allie's had a rough life, so she writes it all down in h...
