Ribbons

another horrible monday

I find going back to school from the weekends hard, but at least I can be away from my dad. He gave me a long scar down my back yesterday and I don't want another one. Maybe it is my fault though, I mean if I didn't exist my dad wouldn't be angry all of the time. The rest of the family is perfect so, I guess I put it to shame.

As I loosened my tie to relieve my neck of the pain from my bruise I put my blazer on threw on my bag and ran to school. My first lesson was English and if I was late you would never hear the end of it. Not that people would want to anyway so I guess it wouldn't matter that much but I still didn't feel like my first detention so I'm glad I ran.

I don't like being early however, as everyone socialises before the bell goes and I have no one to chat to and who wants to be friends with me anyway? But today was one of those perfectly timed days, I had just enough time to get my pe kit from my locker and the bell went.

Ms Namurb opened the door and beckoned us to take our seats, I was on the way to mine, next to Delia, when the teacher pulled me to her and shoved my tie all the way tight. I coughed and my wound suddenly became very very painful,

"You should know school expectations by now, if I catch you with your tie loose again you will be sending the next 8 Sundays here writing lines!"

By now I was choking like crazy and I heard the bruise pop! And then it started stinging and I don't know what happened next, some told me I threw up, others said I fainted and the rest just said that I banged into a door receiving concussion.

I woke up in the medical room hearing them through to answer phone whilst trying to call my dad to collect me. I didn't want them to, he would think they knew and it would become worse. In attempt to scream at them to assure them I was fine and they didn't need to call my dad, I was paralysed.

I couldn't open my eyes or mouth and I was struggling to breath. I knew this couldn't happen, if I ended up in hospital my dad would punish me even more and I just can't deal with it. I needed to find a way to get to ballet tonight, if I didn't go then I wouldn't get any of the comfort or support that I need.

"Oh look who's here!" I heard a familiar voice,

"Miss there's no need to help an idiot like her she's probably faking" I heard it again. Then I realised, Abigail always tries to come here so she can get out of swimming. She says if the chlorine gets into her hair she'll sue the school!

Then I don't know if I stopped breathing or I fell asleep but I woke up in hospital. Well, just about. You see I could only open my eyes half way and I could only just whisper but I was aware of what was going on around me and it wasn't good. My dad was there with my sister and her friend joined with the lady at the medical room. My dad was pretending how worried he was about me and that he was grateful to the doctors. We both know he didn't want me to survive.

"That's it Missy you aren't going to ballet tonight!" We were in the car on the way back home, the good news was that I didn't have to go back to school but the bad news was that I was having a good beating when we got back.

"No! Please let me go to ballet I will do anything" if I couldn't go then I really wouldn't be able to go to school tomorrow.

"That's a good idea! You are making dinner for the rest of the week, you will also clean the house and wash up the dishes but you still can't go to ballet!" Great, I guess I earned that, this week is going to be the worst.

The engine turned off and we unlocked the door and in attempt to escape from another few wounds but my dad just pulled me by my neck, punched me across the cheek and used his long thick nails to open up my skin across my ear.

"Go to your room child!" I ran upstairs and burst into tears.

Why couldn't anything go my way? Can I be like everyone else just for once? Knock knock! Dad obviously hadn't finished with beating me up. "Come in!" But as the figure walked in I realised this wasn't dad, it was my sister, June. "Hey, I'm really sorry about what happened at the hospital and you deserved someone by your side when you where paralysed. But there's something I can do for you today" she sat on my bed and started to stroke my back as tears flooded from my eyes.

"Why would you want to do something for me? Everyone hates me and you don't need me your popular unlike me. I'm sorry for putting the family to shame and I'm sorry you couldn't have a better sister" I replied.

"No! Don't say that you are the best sister I could ask for, you are what makes this family this family and mum told me to make sure you where alright when she went to hospital, so far I know I've messed up completely I treat you like trash and you deserve better!"

" thanks, you don't have to though I don't deserve anything and dad just wants to let me know" I was extremely perplexed by this.

"Yes, I do have to and I know how much it means to you to go to ballet, to be honest they deserve you there more than we do here but I understand you need to go so I was wondering if I could help you sneak out so you can go!" I was shocked!

"Yes please, I won't let you regret it!" Maybe my life wasn't so bad after all!

The plan went perfectly and when I got to ballet, an hour late but at least I got there, everyone ran up to me and gave me a huge hug.

"Where have you been, we where worried sick! What happened at school? At home? Is your dad treating you OK?" The girls shouted at me!

I explained the entire story to them and their faces where more shocked then I was!

" I brang you some cream for your wounds, and is there anything else you need?" Ms Jones, my coach said to me in her calmest voice.

" thank you so much, and no all I need is you guys here to cheer me up!"