Finding Promise (WATTYS 2017)

Chapter 5

I lay here on my room bed thinking. Nothing specific. Just thinking. I have to see the same boy today. The same boy that I yelled at in public. I don't care anymore. Why should I care about anything. No one gave enough to care about me.

I have been up since yesterday. The alarm clock rang in my ear. It was time for me to go to shool. Luckily I didn't have anymore bruises. I still didn't buy anymore foundation.

I walked loudly downstairs not ready for the day to begin. I heard a loud groan when I turned on the light downstairs. I looked on the couch. I saw dad. Usually this wouldn't be surprising but I had learned to keep the light off when he had one of his hang overs. I felt a sharp pain go across my face. I was stunned. I didn't know that I was slowly moving closer to him. He stood up huffing and puffing. What was wrong with him. I thought he had a hang over.

I was somewhat proud of myself I didn't fall or anything. The only result from the slap was it slapping my head to the side. This was most likely the reason he was breathing like a mad man. He liked seeing me in pain. And when I wasn't it made him angry.

I walked away before it could get any worse. I walked to soon. I felt another pain rush through the back of my head. It knocked me forward and blurred my vision. I felt a single tear run down my face. I didn't turn turn over where he can see the tear run down my face. He had his pride well now I've found mine.

I felt him stomp his foot on my back knocking me back on the ground when I lifted back up. I groaned. Out the corner of my eye I saw him getting ready to kick me again. I rolled over out of his reach and grabbed my back pack next to the wall. I ran out the door.

What got his panties in a bundle. He obviously didn't have a hangover. He was able to stand up for gods sake. I wonder where he's been for the last two weeks. Maybe staying with a friend. " Hannah!"

I spun around. Who was calling me? In the distance I saw Rebecca and Simon. They've really grown last time I saw the they were only the size of a pillow. Where are they going? They both crashed into me knocking me to the ground. I gasped for air.

"Hey, get off me!"  They both rolled over laughing. They always tried to get me angry when I used to baby-sit them. Because I used poetry to calm myself down.

Wait what do they have in their hands? It was to pieces of paper. What were they doing with them.

"Hey give me my papers!" I heard someone yell from the same direction Becca and Si had come. It was Jarred.

They screamed and hid behind me. He gave me a small smile. I just stared at him in a questioning look. He wasn't mad. He looked like he always did happy. He stood closer to me. " Here take your stupid papers we don't need them anymore?" They looked up at me smiling. Did they think that was funny. I remember how I used to do their toys like that when they started to cry. Your obviously a bad influence. Shut up!

Becca, Simon pick those papers up and hand it to him..They were still  smiling. What was so funny. They picked the papers off the ground. And shoved them into Jarreds chest.

I pinched them both on the arm. They gave me a puzzled look. I shook it off and started walking. I heard footsteps coming from behind me. I turned around." Why would you take his papers?"I bet they just wanted to bully him. Bad ass kids. " We just wanted to hear your poetry." I smiled and hugged them which seemed to cheer them up because they hugged me back. I squatted down beside them and sang some poetry.

  Heart break can thrust you in the wrong direction

Causing depression, pain, and deception

Brought to by lies, broken promises, unfaithfulness, and death.

It is a deep dark hole that is hard to come out of