Taxes boi

Part 1

Warning self harm in this chapter. I will tell you when it starts and when it ends.
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     The noise of the busy cars and their angry honking filled my ears. I watched the last money I had leave my fingertips and be squished in in the tax collector's hand. He's the devil himself. The cash had felt rough but soft at the same time.... I knew it was going to be a while before I could feel that again. I watched the tax collector move his grimy fingers over my money counting and making sure it was real, awhile keeping that spine chilling crooked teeth grin. You'd think with the money he earns he would be able to afford a dentist to fix his teeth but nope, his teeth are always the same. Stained yellow in all it glory for the world to see....
The tax collector cackled as he turned on his heel and left to torment another poor soul. I sighed of exhaustion and headed for the bathroom. The floor boards creaking under me as I walk. I get to the bathroom and splash my face with water. I stare at myself in the mirror.
My once straight brown hair now ruffled and unkept. My hazel nut brown eyes now tired and dull with dark circles outlining them. I was once fit and kinda muscular, but now I was skinny and looked anorexic. I groaned under my breath and looked to the small cabinet beside me. I opened it hesitatingly and pushed my way through the little materials inside. My had touched a small box and I grabbed it, pulling it out.
      It was a red wooden box with a golden latch and and small black lines along the bottom. I bit my lip opening the box, earning a creak. My breath became shaky as I grabbed the small tool inside. I picked it up and stared at it. The small piece of glass glistening under the sun that sept into the bathroom. My hand trembled. I put it close to my hand and tried to calm my breathing. The last time I did this was three years ago.......when K, my best friend from high school, had caught me and made me swear on my life to never, ever, do it again.  The blood stains were practically gone too. Well I guess now I was about to change that.

!!!WARNING SELF HARM!!!

      I put the sharp glass to my skin and slid it down. I inhaled sharply at the feeling, wincing in pain. I guess my body wasn't use to this anymore. My breath became more steady as I focused on the glass letting it dance on my skin. Tears pricked in the corner of my eyes as I figured that was enough. I turned on the water and washed my arms down. Watching the blood turn the white water dark.

!!!SELF HARM OVER!!

     My daydreaming was interrupted by a small voice.
     "Samuel.....?"
I turned my head to the door and instantly hid my arms.
    "Sophia? W-what are you doing out of your room?" I questioned my voice cracking under the stress. Sophia was my five year old sister that always carries her little baby doll. She was almost a splitting image of me (except the gender bent version) She had long beautiful brown hair that went past her shoulder blades and one hazel nut eye. Her other eye was also hazel nut but had a bit of yellow blended into it.
     "I thought I heard crying so I came to see what was wrong." She whispered not meeting my gaze.
    I hadn't realized that I was crying at all. I turned off the water careful not to let her see my arms. And then turned her around while stuttering," W-well let's get you back to bed.." I nudged her slightly.
"Ok....." She mumbled. I could tell she wanted to say something else but now really wasn't the time. My cuts were starting to sting again and I was having a hard time keeping calm.
     I guided her to her room and she opened the door heading straight to her bed. I blinked a couple of times, readjusting my eyes to the bright room. Her room was painted a bright lavender color with stars spread across the walls. Her bed was the same color as her walls but with flowers all over and not stars. She had mostly clean carpet floors and her curtain was open, allowing the light to enter the room. I tucked her in and closed the curtain declining lights entrance and letting darkness consume the room...though it was still bright because it was daytime.
"Alright Sophia go to sleep ok? It's already passed your nap time." I said then planted a kiss on her forehead.
       " ok, goodnight Samuel." She said closing her eyes.
       " Goodni-" I was cut off by the loud buzz of my flip phone. I told Sophia I would be back and walked out her room closing the door behind me. I read the message. It was from my boss.
" Hey assfaces. Get your wrinkly balls on down here and work! As it turns out cooperate decided to be a dick and make us work on a Sunday of all damn days. Taxes are being raised again and I need the money so hurry the fuck up and get your fat bitch ass here! NOW!"
I gasped. I was gonna be late. The last time I was late I was yelled at and harassed. I was given a good slap to knock some sense into me and was told if I was ever late again he would make me wish I was dead. I winced at the thought.
" Shoot. I've gotta get to work. Umm.......... uh..... stay in your room Sophia!" I yelled as I grabbed my stuff in the living room. " There's sandwiches in the kitchen invade you get hungry!" I remind as I patch my arms up.
"Uh.....oh! And remember if anyone tries to break in g-."
"Go to the safe room! I got it Samuel!" She interrupted. I smiled at her response and said I love you one last time before leaving.
I know it's bad to leave a five year old at home but she's actually the smartest kid I know, and I'm not saying that because she's my sister. A lot of the kids here normally challenge her to cops and robbers, then being the cops and her the robber. She always wins. She always manages to hide from them and most of the time they think she ran out of bounds.
I lock the door and head to work at the grocery store.
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