At my moms things started getting even worse. Carla was crying every single night, because she missed her mom. She was crying so loudly that it woke up Jimmie, who would come running in, yelling at Carla (who was 6 years old) to stop being such a pus**y.
"You wanna go back to your mom? You wanna go back to not getting food, stealing, living in a mess and not having any clean close?"
He would yell at her, which would make her cry even more, until she would finally fall asleep.
And I started being angrier than ever. I was impossible all the time, telling my mom back, calling her names, not wanting to do any chores, get freakouts where i would toss everything around in my room screaming, comfort eat and push all my friends away.
Then I started getting bullied in school. People would call me names, put my things in the toilet and beat me up if I talked back to them or ratted them out to a teacher.
I hated going to school, almost just as much as I hated being home.
The only comfort zone I had was when I was with my grandparents. They've done more for me than words can explain throughout my whole life.
Then my dad stopped picking me up every other friday. Instead it was my grandpa. And without explanation, I didn't see or talk to my dad or my siblings for a year.
Things stayed the same at my moms the following year. I pushed everyone and everything around me so far away, because I didn't know how to deal with all the feelings I had inside.
In school, one of the teachers noticed that i was going through something at home, so she started an extra class where we once every single day would talk about what it was like being at home, and what we would do when we got home.
But i never talked or participated in these "classes". So she started pulling me aside in a separate room, where I could talk about everything, or nothing. It was for me to decide - she said. And there were some days where i wanted to talk about what was happening, but i was worried that my parents would be in trouble if i said anything. So I never said anything..
YOU ARE READING
She smiles into the flames;
Short Story"....as I stepped up on the edge of the bridge's railing I had no idea what I was doing. I wasn't in control of my own body. I don't remember anything about the thoughts that must have been running through my mind at that very moment. And then...."
