Falling

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Screaming rang throughout the house, engulfing myself in the covers did very little in dulling the noise, squeezing my eyes shut only brought back all the other times this happened. My face was wet with tears and my throat compressed as sobs racked my body, although this wasn't unusual for me, the pain never seemed to subside. A door slamming made me jump in fright but turned to ease knowing I wouldn't be hearing anymore yelling for the night. Laying on my back staring at the ceiling, my fantasies took over and slowly I drifted off to sleep imagining being surrounded by quietness and serenity. 

The soft murmur of music from my alarm filled my ears and I knew it was time to get up, blinking multiple times to get rid of the soreness I started my slow morning routine and soon enough I'm on the bus to school. Gazing out of the window my eyes follow the trees and I start feeling a pain in my chest- I'm sad again, my mind wanders to the times my parents didn't yell at each other and we all had fun. The bus jerks to a stop at the hell hole and I'm greeted by my crazy and loud friends, a small smile creeps onto my face as I look at the scene that's before me, all of my friends are fighting each other and as soon as they've seen me they go all rigid and wide-eyed at me, waiting for me to say something

''Who started it?" I say with a tiny giggle 

They all jump and point to each other and I hear a chorus of ''It was her/him, it wasn't me, you wanna fucking go?!!! YEAH, WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT HUH!!?'' 

A little laugh escapes my lips and I immediately feel relaxed again, they settle down and I join the circle that's formed and we all start talking about various things and we somehow get onto the topic of starting a riot and putting the principles head on a stake as we march around the school, the bell goes saving the principle and stopping our foolproof plan. We all walk away and go to our classes, not much happens during the day but there was a minuscule fight between two students, they were just being idiots though, nothing serious. The end of the day rolls by in a breeze and I get on the bus plug my headphones in and lean against the window with my eyes closed, the bus pulls up at my stop and I get off thanking the driver but when I get to the front door my smile drops when I hear my parents arguing again, heavy footsteps stomp towards the door and I narrowly miss getting taken out by swing of it, mum marches out of the door suitcase in hand oblivious that I'm standing next to her listening in she stops, turns around and screams into the house ''I'VE FUCKING HAD IT WITH YOUR SHIT!!! I'M LEAVING, YOU'LL NEVER SEE ME AGAIN!!'' 

I silently watch her angrily stalk to her car and drive away, hiccuping and wiping my eyes I walk inside the house to find dad sunk down onto his knees crying, tossing my bag into the corner I fall onto my knees and embrace him crying my eyes out, he shakes me off, stands up and glares at me and grunts ''I'm going somewhere, I'll be back tomorrow'' 

My eyes follow his figure until I can't see him anymore, I lock the door and run to my room, jumping on my bed I text my friends and tell them what happened, they all offer for me to stay at their house if I want but I decline. Changing into a hoodie and trackie dacks I reluctantly get up and make myself some scrambled eggs on toast and contemplate life, wet streaks roll down my face and I find I can't swallow my food anymore, dragging my feet to the kitchen with my plate in hand I clean up my mess and trudge back to my room. Flopping on my bed with my face submerged in my sheets the melodic pattering on the roof alerts me it's raining, the thunder roared in the distance and the constant lightning flashing, illuminates the flower patterns on my curtains, comfort and ease washed over me as I listened to natures music. 


AUTHORS NOTE

If you find any mistakes, don't be afraid to comment I will not get mad, and I really hope you enjoy this book, I will update as much as I can (which will probably be a lot because of quarantine) so thankyou for reading this book, it means a lot to me.

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