Something (a little Lapidot story) {ON HIATUS}

Chapter 2 : The Beginning

  I stepped into the shower, ever so tired, drowsy actually. Once I pulled the lever, the cold freezing water emotionlessly poured onto my light brown skin. I let a chill, but this doen't stop me from showering cold water. I squized out some shampoo onto my hand and gently rub it on my hair. I took my free hand to find quite a few hair had fallen in my palm.

Just great.  

I thought. I haven't ate any healthy meals lately since I got pretty stressed about my family pronblems and PTSD, soon enough my hair started to fall as well due to lack of nutriens and a large amount os stress. I sighed, continue my cool but depressing shower.

Once I was finished, I stepped out from the tub and looked at the mirror on the wall beside me.    I saw a figure, standing there nakedly. Her black hair constantly dripping water and her eyes were dark and cold, like a black hole. I watched through her eyes but saw nothing but darkness inside, not even a living soul.

After putting in some random clothes that I didn't even bother to choose, dried my socked hair and opened the door. It was a master bedroom, my mom's bedroom. She left the family after whatever my father did to her, it was clearly unknown to me for her leaving but I never dare to ask. If I did, I would eventually get yelled at or earned a smack across the face from my dad if I was being too annoying. It was a touchy subject that I never dare to ask to acknowledge it or mabye I'll never will.

Why didn't she brought me with her you asked? Well, it's because she didn't had the effort to bring me with her even though she cares about me very much. Besides my dad, my aunt who I barely know will be taking care of me as well so she just left without me, alone and scared. I missed her, of course. But I knew she wouldn't come back anytime soon. And in the end, I was ready to move on without her, without...mom.

I sighed again, closing the door behind me. I walked through the short hallway to the living room where there's a drunked man sleeping on the couch with a beer in his hand which was probably the sixth one, that's my dad. 

I noticed there's many empty beer cans on the coffee table which I knew he wouldn't clean it up till my aunt who also lived here told him to do so. I walked quickly but quietly to the kitchen to grab some cash that I secretly hid. I eventually found the lower drawer and slowly approched it-

"Hey!" 

A familiar but distant voice called me which scared the heavens out of me.

"What are you 'hicup' doing here, Lazuli?" 

Chills went down my spine as I heard my name. I immediately responded as I turned to my drunked father and look at him straight in the eyes.

"Nothing."

I answered deadpan. The concerned face on his face dissapeared strangely as he turned around and I assumned went back to the confortable couch. I felt a wave of relief as he finally left. 

If he founds out about them, I'll have nothing left to lose. 

I continue to open the drawer, dugged through the packets of plastic bags that my aunt kept to put in the trash and finally found what I was looking for, my money. 

If my dad found my money, he would stole it to buy some more beer or other unecessary items that he buys. I tried to tell my aunt about this situation but she just couldn't believe a 'child' like me like she always says. So the only way to solve this problem by myself was to hide my carefully-earned money into some unexpected places like the drawer which has tons of bag for use of putting garbage.

It's silly, right? But some things just need to go that kind of way to do so.