Break the chains

Chapter 7

I felt a pain eating away my left arm. I grabbed my arm in pain and, as I heard his dad screaming about the racket, I climbed down out of the window as quickly as I could. I could barely breathe and my head was pounding but I ran as fast as I could away from that block panting like crazy, until my breath was completely out. I lay on the pavement and just screamed in agony as the pain destroyed my arm. I couldn't even check my watch let alone push myself up. I used my right hand to lift myself up then I went into a drug store and stole a first aid kit. I wrapped my arm, with a bandage of the first aid kit, in the toilettes of the store. I took another finger of the marijuana I was supposed to give to Joe pocketing the rest and scattered the first aid kit all over the floor. I washed my hands as if I was washing my hands of guilt and ran out of the store. I pulled my hood up when I got out of the store and increased my pace. I got to my house at five minutes past eight and I couldn't climb through my window because of my hand so I used my beautiful back door with the key in my hiding place. I gently closed the door then ran up to my room; luckily the dad was still watching T.V with My mom. I just slumped my body on my bed and didn't even bother to change out of my hoody and jeans. I couldn't even take it off anyway! I screamed with more agony when my bother hit my arm to say mom wanted me to go to bed so could be early for church. My eyes scrambled for my pyjamas for so long that I didn't remember the pain until I reached out to get my pyjamas. I didn’t know what pain in the world could've been worse than that. My voice couldn’t contain it either. It let out a yelp so loud mom came rushing to see what was happening. I hid my dressed body from her and pretended I was asleep and made it seem as if I was just crying in my sleep. Though sleep couldn't cover my pain. Anguish is a better description. The anguish gnawed my arm so much I believed it was broken.

Sleep that night was the hardest. I couldn’t find a comfortable position and the tiny sleep I managed to catch was haunted by nightmares. I would wake up panting and sweating only to find it was only a dream.

"Get up now!" Dad already had woken up and changed for church and it was only nine in the morning. Then again the church started at nine but why did I care? I reached out for my phone and he said, 'I'll let you have your phone for church because you don’t have a bible. I downloaded a bible on your phone and you can’t have your phone without it. If I don’t see it I'll take it of you? Understood?'

'Yes,' I growled. He nodded his head and left, I then immediately bent my head to check my inbox. I had a message from an anonymous number. It read 'hey babe. Hope you got what you wanted with Joe because then you have a sachet of marijuana for yourself. Got a rainbow of other things for you, some you may never know. I know you enjoyed it. Hartley.  P.S. Save my number so we can talk more. :) x’

Hartley! How did he get my number! Why did he get my number more like? I only give my number to my friends. I decided to reply him later when I saw something else that really made my heart skip. He put a threat to it. He said that he'll tell Michel if I didn't so I don't see much choice there. I scoffed at his threat because Michel wouldn't believe him over me and I knew that a lot but I wanted to try what he was offering anyway. A thirst for more coke sucked the life out of my brain and I got up from my bed adjusting my body to comfort my arm. Cutting was painful but it was a pain that felt nice. This pain could kill a thorn bush and that's not an exaggeration. I didn't know how I was to get changed but I knew that I shouldn't let anyone notice and I’ve been doing well thankfully. When Joe shot my arm it didn't bleed that heavily so he may have just chipped my shoulder. I looked up to my curtain in wonder how I could open it, when the sun sieved through my curtain and it gave me a ray of hope that I couldn't be detected. If I could tell Helena that I cut myself to this state she wold tell on me immediately so I’ll just pad up my hands with clothing and bandage it inside my shirt. I'm no doctor but I know that to heal myself I need to have no pain. I can't even remember how wounds get infected! I raced to the bathroom to wash out my bandage and then dry it on the 60°C radiator. I washed my face even though I haven’t worn make-up for about a day and I felt really insecure. It took me a full hour to get ready completely and dad said it's impossible to change for so long. As long as he doesn't know I'm hiding something I'm ok! I was wearing a floury orange shirt that was shaped-for-ladies and black trousers that were really baggy I couldn't stand it.