“Shut up you good for nothing………” I heard my dad screaming at my mum again.
I covered my ears. When did this happen to my family? I looked out my window, it was raining again. The droplets landing on the fogged up windows, they slowly trickle down the window, I would always imagine when I was younger I would imagine that they were racing. My mind drifted back to the days of when my family was happy. My mother and father laughing together, my older brother would always pick me up, we would always go to the beach together, swimming, throwing each other into the water, sometimes we would have fish ‘n’ chips for dinner and have ice-cream. But that was a while ago, there’s no need for me to be reminiscing in the past, it’s the present now and there’s no point in wanting to go back because no matter what, the present will always happen.
My door swung open, the handle slamming into the wall. My dad leaned on the door frame, “Oi, where are you child?” I backed into the corner hoping he wouldn’t see me. Unfortunately he heard me shuffling and saw my shoes shift.
“Don’t try to hide from me, you little shit.” He staggered over to me, I saw him swing his hand up to hit me, he got halfway to my face till he stopped. “I won’t hit your face; we can’t have anyone finding out about this.” Before I could think about what he said, his foot came flying into my stomach, causing me to fall on my side. He staggered back out of my room and slammed my door shut. I coughed and coughed, I felt like I was going to cough my lungs out, pain was shooting through my body, I couldn’t move. I started crying which didn’t help. I cried myself to sleep.
I woke up to silence, finally. I leaned against the wall where I fell asleep, I walked over to my smashed mirror, and making sure I didn’t stand on the broken pieces of glass and mirror. My short black hair was all over the place, and my fringe was sticking out in places, my blueish-grey eyes were bloodshot, my face was more pale than usual.
“I don’t have time for this,” I said to myself as I staggered away from the mirror. I walked to my closet and pulled out my uniform, it was blue and white, I could choose from a dress to a skirt and white or blue shirt, or shorts. I pulled out my white shirt and my blue shorts. There was no way I would ever wear a dress or skirt, at least not in this lifetime. I grabbed my black boots; they have a zip on the side. I grab a blue hair tie and hair brush, I put my hair into a half up half down ponytail but bring it to my right side. I look over to my clock and see that it’s 8:02.
“Oh no, I’m going to be so late.” I quickly put on my mascara, foundation, concealer and eyeliner. I ran down the flight of stairs, slipping and skidding into the kitchen. I ran to the pantry and grabbed a packet of ‘honey soy chicken chips’, a pre-made roll and a strawberry up&go. I grabbed my drink bottle from the plastics cabinet in the kitchen and filled it up with the pura tap water. I ran back upstairs and grabbed my bag, chucked my homework in and money, then sprinted back downstairs, out out the door and slammed the door behind myself. I ran up the street, stumbling on the cracked concrete path. I ran out the front of the school and ran through the front gates; I sprinted up the stairs to the second floor and to my locker. I quickly put my bag in and checked the time on my phone.
“I have 5 minutes to grab my books,” I shoved my phone into my blue shorts, and grabbed my books and pencil case. I ran to my classroom, it was at the back of the second building on the second floor. Lucky for me I only had half a day today, so I can head to the mall with my mates. I opened the door of the classroom as the bell went. I ran to my seat and the teacher started speaking. The bell went for our first lessons, when I went to get up I was tackled by one of my friends, Taylor, who was followed by Nathan and Charlie. We all left the classroom and to our lessons.
“Hey let’s head to the music store, I heard they brought in some new CD’s,” Nathan suggested while sipping a boost juice. We all agreed and headed in; honestly this is the first time I’ve ever been in a music store. My friends walked over to the metal and alternative side, and showed me some awesome bands, but one caught my attention. I placed the CD into the player machine and I placed the headphones over my ears. I felt like I was pulled into the song, it felt like the artists were speaking to me. My friends tapped me on my shoulder, indicating that it was time to leave.
The next few weeks I would come to the music store either buy myself or with friends, the music I was listening to was giving me lots of confidence in standing up for myself with my family, but it would sometimes and up making my dad angrier. But tonight was the night I’ve had enough.
“Stop it dad, what happened to us as a family!” I yelled my lungs out at him, stopping him from hitting my mum.
“This doesn’t concern you right now,” he yelled at me throwing a beer bottle at my head, It broke in the middle of my head, I felt all the glass break and the leftover beer land all over my head. I shook it off, when I shook my head, to get most of it out, it hurt like crazy. I ran out of the house crying, I don’t want to go back there.
I woke up to the light shining in my face, according to my watch it was 7:30, I looked at my surroundings and I noticed I was in the park. My parents would have left for work. I got up and slowly walked back to the house, dragging my feet on the ground. I opened up the door and grabbed my uniform. I fixed my hair and put on some of my makeup. I walked down the stairs and brought my bag down with me, I can’t be bothered going back up the stairs later. I poured myself a bowl of cereal. The events of last night replayed in my mind, over and over. My parents fighting me standing in, the music I have been listening to gave me the strength to do what I did. I remembered the beer bottle hitting my head, I placed my hand on the place where the bottle collided, I lightly pressed down, and it still hurt, I got slightly dizzy.
Once I finished my breakfast, I grabbed my lunch and packed it into my bag, I swung the door shut, but it didn’t slam like usual.
The walk to school was slow, my body felt heavy and dead, my vision got blurry at a few points, but I just shook it off. I finally made it to school. I was greeted by the same cheery faces of my friends.
“Hey mate!” my friends yelled in synch. I smiled at them but that was all I could manage. I took a step forward, but I couldn’t hold myself up, I could see myself falling to the ground. I collided with the ground, my body ached, the back of my head was pounding, it felt like I could feel the blood rushing through it. No, the bottle hitting my head wasn’t that bad, was it? I looked up and my friends, everything was going black.
“Susan! Are you ok?” All their questions were fuzzing together.
“Thanks for being there.” I smiled one of my brightest smiled; I used my last breath to say those words. Then the world around me went black. That was the end of.
Me.
