Isolation

Prologue

        They say being a hard worker pays off. I worked hard all my life. I respected adults, when adults didn't deserve it. I did my chores. Sacrificed the party life by staying up to finish homework assignments. I did community service hours. Sung in the choir at church, attended bible study on Wednesdays. And for what? To be locked in a room, with bruises on my back, and cuts on my hands. The only person I have to talk to is probably too drugged out to even respond. 

          My head feels like it's getting stabbed with a thousand knives. My clothes are dirty and matted just like my hair. The only memory I have left is dangling on my neck. A picture of me and my mom on my high school graduation day. The week after that, me and mom traveled up to the college I would be attending. You can't believe your girl got into Brown, oh yes she did. The happiest trip of my life, me and my mom went to go look at the room. 

              She told me how proud she was to have a daughter like me. However, she looked me in the face and said "Break up!"

              At first I acted confused,  for I never expected her to tell me something like this. 

              My heart dropped into my stomach and I turned to her to say "Break up with what?" 

              My mother laughed, "Girl, you're too smart to be playing dumb, break up with him!" 

              The "him" she was referring too was my best-friend, since middle school. We did everything together. Spent nights on the phone as he played his games and I listened to his raging. The sound of his voice calmed me, it was easier to do my homework whenever he was talking. He was my support, without him I wouldn't even be at Brown. Yet, now my mother is asking me to break up with him, please, I wasn't even strong enough to confess my feelings. But, I would never let him go. The argument got heated quickly, I remember storming off, out of the dorm, down to a  nearby street. That's all I can remember for right now.