~Chapter 3~

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As I arrive at my house after my miserable walk, I notice something doesn't seem right. I glance at everything around me, trying to see what's out of place, and then I finally see it. A massive smash in the lounge room window.

I start to panic realising someone from school must've thrown a rock through the window. This wouldn't be the first time they had targeted my house, but it would definitely be the worst.

I quickly unlock the door and run inside, frantically thinking of how I could fix it. My aunt and uncle wouldn't be home from work for a few hours (my aunts a day care worker and my uncle is a electrician) but if they saw this... If they saw this lets just say I'd have bruises everywhere and no meals for a week.

As I enter the lounge room I see the jagged rock. In a sudden burst of rage and anger I pick it up and hurl it back out the window, making an even bigger hole in the expensive glass.

"There's no way I can fix this." I whisper to myself.

There's no one I can call to help me, there's no way that my aunt and uncle will ignore it and just get it fixed, there's no possible way I can go unpunished for someone else's actions.

But I decide to try my best to fix it, I run to the laundry and grab a dustpan and broom. As I get back I work as quickly as possible to clean the mess. Maybe they won't realise..
I put all the glass in the bin and look at the window. I can't leave it. I can't. How do you not notice a hole that big. I don't want to get into trouble. I don't want to get hurt anymore. I'm sick of this; running around trying to not be bad or naughty so I don't get hurt. I'm sick of it. I'm done.

Authors note: special shoutout to awesomepeep1 who helped me with this chapter and just for being an awesome person :)

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