Doubt and Trust

Home?

I wake up to the sound of yelling. I groan and sit up in my bed. I stare around at my surroundings. My room is a dark faded black, gray, and brown. Other than the walls in the room I have a single desk. A closet of course, and a dresser. Pretty much it.

"Eli get your fucking ass down here right now!" My mother yells from downstairs. I get out of bed and walk to my closet, tripping on some random shit that was on the floor.

"Damn...." I think to myself. I rip out a jacket and jeans off a hanger. I slip them on and rush downstairs. Once I get down the stairs I can see a fight breaking out. It's like this every morning.... I totally love my life.

"Finally the lazy ass gets up." My sister says as she sees me sit down on the steps. I hold up a hand and wave. My sister has brown hair with a few blonde streaks running through it. Her emerald green eyes light up her face with unwanted color. Her pale skin brings them out more though.

"Young lady don't you dare fucking ignore me!!" My mother yells at her. I'm sitting there watching the scene unfold. I stay back knowing that's the only way I can survive today. My mother has gray hair with a few black streaks underneath. She has emerald green eyes like my sister. I'm guessing I take after my dad since I have milky brown eyes.(only with the eyes though) Anyway so uhh...she's a bitch.... So that about sums up my mother.

"Hey you kid.." My mother stops yelling at my sister and turns her attention to me. I look up in confusion. As I stare into her eyes I get a sense of worry.

"Get the fuck up and go to school you nasty fucking son of mine!" She yells at me. I shrink back and nod my head. I get up and walk away from the scene. I go to the bathroom and wash up. The water feels good running down my hands and through every crease. I look up at the somewhat shattered mirror. I see someone staring back at me....he has black hair, and brown eyes. He looks so broken......

Probably because he is broken.

I walk out of the bathroom and to the front door. I grab my bag on the way out. Just as I go to close the door I hear my mom say.....

"And you kid! When you come home I expect you to speak to me!" She yells. I shake my head in disappointment. I've lived here my whole life and never once has she taken to noticing the fact that I can't speak. Like at all. Well whatever. Anyway I guess it's off to school for me.......