The Silence Of The Broken

Chapter twenty-one•

- David -

I've been speaking alot to Dr Reid. Trying to overcome the loss of my mum and the constant abuse from my dad was life draining but I didn't tell the shrink the part about the abuse.

I haven't even been sleeping right, the antidepressants made me so numb, I hated it. I stopped it and he has no knowledge about it.

As I stared at my journal an identical one I gave to her, I couldn't help but to flip through the pages till I got to the last entry.

I ran my hands through the paper and remembered her. She had black curly hair like mum,she even had the same eye colour. Maybe that's why I was so desperately drawn to her.

I liked her mysterious, feisty persona and her potty mouth. She was amazing and I was really curious as to why she was seeing a shrink. Maybe I should ask her? But I don't think she'd want to tell me.

I grimaced when my eyes met the green numbers on my alarm clock and I shuddered when I heard him call my name.

'Will you get! Down here!?!'-The all too familiar voice called me out of my thoughts as I hurried downstairs to get to him on time. I remember what happened the last time I took too long to come downstairs. Just know we didn't always have a glass table with petroglyphs.

When I turned the corner of the stairs, I was hit with a pain so fierce I saw black floating stars in my vision. The source of the pain came from my nose and it was trickling blood to my lips.

When my vision cleared, I saw what had happened. My dad had punched me square in the face, now I had a bleeding nose and probably a bust lip.

"Do I have to remind you that you have to go to school!? " His voice was actually calm. Dangerously calm.

"No sir. I was already prepared." I just had to say something. Keeping him quiet wasn't a good option. I know what happened when I did something like that.

"Well. What are you still doing here?. Go Josie" and with that he walked out of the house.

As I dashed back upstairs, I hated every single part of him. I hated the facade we always put up,like we were ok.

I hated the name he called me. It wasn't even my name,he never called me by my name david. He wasn't always like this. We were ok, Perfect even but when she died,everything went to shit.

It's hard enough to try to deal with it but it's harder to cope when he was like this.

But he wasn't always like this. Just sometimes. I hated him so much my blood boiled but with that intensity I loved him with an unexplainable passion.

I applied a little band-aid on the bridge of my nose. I had different colours, I chose the colour of my skin. I made the mistake of looking at my eyes in the mirror. They looked so tired and worn out.

As I drove to school in my 2019 corolla, I could only bang my fists on the steering wheel and manage a scream that suited my situation. Clear but not so loud.

I got to school, preparing my emotions for today's activities. The school game was scheduled for Saturday and we were playing against Randall High and alot of the students were really excited about going.

Infact they were so happy, they couldn't shut up about it as I walked in all of my glory towards class but that was just before my entry was blocked by someone.

Yep, you guessed right.

Amanda.

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