Just a mistake

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Hi... I'm oral. Unusual name right? Yeah I've complained. But if you wanna carry on... tell that to my "mum"....                                                   It was Saturday, 7am in the morning. *Wakes up* "uhh im soo tired.. I wish I could just fade from this world.. it's obvious I'm not wanted here" . Well I guess it's time for school.. I walked down the stairs waiting patiently for my mum to throw those disgraceful insults my way. "Oral!" "Come downstairs this instance before I whack your disgraceful ugly face up. Hah! You shouldn't even have be named oral. You should've been named sin! Cause guess what. that's what you are ! Just a SIN . A mistake!" Those disgusting words she hurled at me seeped through me. Questions circling my mind. What Is that it? Am I just a sin? Just a mistake? Am I really that hated? I could feel tears stinging my eyes. But wait! I had to stay strong. I wasn't about to let my mother see through my weaknesses, or she would have something to insult me for for the rest of my life. Not that my existence wasn't enough. I was already ruined.. Broken. But she just broke another big piece off. But the thing that really broke me was that the women I had once loved and cared for, and the woman I had once called mum had left me. She had slowly withered. Kind of disappeared completely. She was lost. And I don't think I could ever find her again. Before I could think about my next punishment, a series of words escaped my mouth. "Go ahead. Throw your words at me. It will break me. But I don't care. As long as you're happy, I'll be happy." Guess what. My family doesn't like lies. And I think I just told one. A sense of softness merged into her face, but it quickly faded and her face hardened again. "You don't fool me! Now take your but to school and stay out of my sight else I'll turn blind!" *slap* I winced,hurt. My fingers were placed upon the red mark
She left on my bruise.seconds later, I quickly ran upstairs and shoved my clothes on. I always thank god that we have uniform so people don't see my old worn out clothes. I think you get the drift. My mum never buys me clothes..

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