... Grace POV ...
"OKAY AND I DONE GIVE A F*CK!!
"OH I KNOW YOU DON'T THAT IS WHY YOU WANT TO BE MESSING AROUND WITH ALL OF THESE WOMEN, WHAT ARE YOU TEACHING OUR DAUGHTER HUH?"
"I DON'T CARE SHE ISN'T MY DAUGHTER REMEMBER!"
"OH YOU JUST THINK YOU KNOW EVERYTHING!"
"I DON'T THINK I KNOW, I KNOW. I KNOW YOU'RE MESSING AROUND WITH THE NEIGHBOR."
"OH GOD PLEASE."
"WHAT?"
"DO YOU SERIOUSLY BELIEVE THAT?"
"YEAH I DO, I HAVE MANY WITNESSES THAT SAY YOU ARE IN AND OUT OF HIS HOUSE."
"I WORK FOR HIM FOR GODS SAKE."
"OH YEAH AND I TOLD YOU TO FIND ANOTHER JOB, BUT YOU DIDN'T"
"BECAUSE I AM NOT GOING TO GET A JOB THAT PAYS LESS AND REQUIRES ME TO DRIVE AND WASTE GAS."
"WHY NOT YOU WOULD DO IT FOR HIM!"
"OH GOD, DON'T YOU START WITH THIS AGAIN!"
"YOU KNOW WHAT I'M GONE, THIS IS WHY I AM CHEATING ON YOU YOU ARE JUST TO IRRITATING, YOU AND GRACE!"
I wake up to the screaming voices of my parents. It has been this way for a few years now, but this time my father has left, and it is partially my fault. I hear my mother begging him not to go, and he refuses to give in. I hear the door slam and my mother weeping on the floor. I suppose it is my fault I mean I am the one who told my mother, she wouldn't have known if it wasn't for me.
I decide to get up and go downstairs to check if my mother is alright. I was never one to do this much, just because I never really knew how to comfort people, being that I was never comforted but I guess I should try. I look to the picture of me and Chloe and smile.
She was my absolute best friend. I love her, she was always there for me no matter what. I think back to when I met her and smile at the memory of her tripping and me helping her up. She was so embarrassed, but I knew that if that was me, I would want someone to help me, so that is just what I did. I walk to my restroom, pull my hair down from my bun and walk towards my bedroom door. I walk out and down the stairs.
...
"Mom?" I ask, and she is on the floor crying, "Mom? Are you okay?"
"Go away Grace." She says harshly and I wince at her choice of words.
"What? What did I do?" I say and she looks up from her hand. Her eyes are blood shot and a little puffy. There is pain in her eyes, I can see, but there is also great anger. Towards me?
"What did you just ask me?" She is now standing to her feet, and she is a little intimidating.
"I said what did I d-" My words are cut off by a slap to my face. Wait, what? The feeling stings and I immediately bring my hand to my cheek, and stare at my mother.
"Mom?!" I say and she gets closer to me.
"What?" She says and he face is now full of anger, nothing else.
"What the f*ck?!" I say, and she huffs.
"This is all of your fault." She says pointing to everything around her that my father broke. The glass vases, the decorations, and even the lamp. I shake my head as tears form in my eyes.
"No, no n-" I start, but my voice is only trembling.
"Aww." My mother smack her lips together only to make the most ugly pouty face ever, "Are you going to cry? GO AHEAD!" I wince at the tone of her voice, and a tears now drops from my eyes. This isn't my mother, this is not her. What happened to my loving mother the one that always sang to me when I was scared.
"Mom?" I say ever so softly, and she rolls her eyes as she walks to the kitchen.
"WHAT?" She yells once more, and I am now crying.
"Why are you doing this?" I say as I cry.
"WHAT? YOU ARE THE ONE WHO TOLD ME OF YOUR FATHER! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, I WOULD HAVE NEVER KNOWN ABOUT THIS. BUT NOOO YOU JUST HAD TO TELL ME. YOU KNOW WHAT GET OUT OF MY FACE I'LL CLEAN THIS SH*T UP. GET OUT OF MY FACE I DON'T EVEN WANT TO LOOK AT YOU, GO KILL YOURSELF OR SOMETHING I WISH YOU WERE NEVER MY DAUGHTER. I SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN AN ABORTION." Her words cut like knives, and I am now sobbing. Where did my mother go? I know she doesn't mean it she can't, but when I stay there waiting for her to apologize, she tells me to go and that is just what I do. I run to the room and throw on some clothes. I put on my shoes and climb out my bedroom window, I climb down the drain pipe and start running.
My feet hit the ground and once they do I start running. I am not sure where I am running to, but I know what I want to do. Maybe it is better if I just end my life right here right now. No, I can't what about everyone who cares about me, no I will, I need to my mom and dad will be better off. My mother even said it herself, okay I am going to do this.
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I stop and try to catch my breath. I sit down on the curb and pull out my backpack. I grab a blade, the same blade that I have been slicing my skin with for the past few weeks. I stare at the scabbed cuts on my forearm and think back to when it wasn't always like this. When I was happy and didn't have to hurt myself to get rid of the pain in my mind.
I firmly grip the blade and take a touch to my skin, it feels so refreshing. I can feel all of my pain and worries slipping away. I grab the blade and draw lines on my forearm. Blood comes to site each time and it exhilarates me inside but at the same time I am still a little sad but I just keep slicing. I get a message and it is from my mother.
Mom:
Good you're gone just kill yourself I don't care do something.
I look to the right of me and see the bridge it is so high up, and below it is a freeway. I suppose I could just jump off of that and make my mother happy. It's the least I could do for after ruining her life by telling her about my father.
I start walking to the bridge contemplating if I should really do this or not. Will it really make her happy? Is she just speaking from anger? No I need to, she only said it twice now. I walk and hear the cars down below, as I get closer my head starts pounding as does my heart. I look down and there are millions of cars coming at all different kinds of speeds. I grab my necklace that my mother gave me when I was 16, and I think back to that, that was before any of this stuff was going down.
I hear horns honking cars speeding, everything you could possibly hear when you are on a bridge above the freeway. No one is around me being that it is at least 3:00 in the morning. I send a message to Chloe and I climb up on the edge of the bridge. The wind hits me and I pull my hair out of my face. This is it. The wind comes stronger this time and I look back once more before jumping.
The wind hits my face as I fall, and the freeway gets closer and closer into sight. Then all I see is black, no more cars, no more horns, no more wind, no more arguing, and no more life.
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