One: Hell in a pill

Anne

"Stupid-dumb-mother-she-doesn't-know-anything!" I growled staring at my bedroom ceiling. I hate it when Mom she thinks I'm becoming depressed, again. No I'm not depressed! She's just going through he crappy mid-life crises. Ugh, if only Dad were here. He knows how to make Mom see her mistakes. If only she sees she's becoming depressed. She's the one wearing black, and crying every night for no freaking reason. Why is it the kids must be the one who have to show all their flaws. Why can't the parents do it for a change? I'm sick of hearing "Anne, you need to smile" "Anne, why are you wearing black again" "Anne, stop acting like a baby, you're sixteen" from Mom every day.
-----My eyes shifted looking at the window seeing the gray skies and rain falling lightly. It's just not fitting my mood. I need lightning! I need thunder! I need a rainstorm to wipe away this stupid life! The wind blew harshly inside my room causing my white curtains to fall forward, blowing in the wind. I hated those curtains. I wanted thick, black curtains to hide the world. But noooo, Mom had to give me light, white curtains so the sun could peer through. What sun? I see no sun. Stupid-no-sun-when-stupid-mother-said-there-was-going-to-be-sun. I huffed making a few strands of bleach blond hair fly into the air.
-----The room was cold, I didn't bother closing the window. Instead, I curled up into a ball, hugging my legs letting tears stream down my cheeks. There was no particular reason as to why I am crying. I'm just frustrated with this whole "I'm depressed" situation, and fighting with Mom everyday. I need a break. I want to leave and go to Dad. He doesn't make my life a living hell. He never did, and never will. I remind that to Mom everyday, and she would slap me calling me a dumb a*s. Motherly love. Gag.
-----I could imagine a light bulb flickering above my head as an amazing idea appears in my mind. I might as well move in with Dad, and he would love it. He would take me in and treat me like a human being instead of his personal punching bag. I smiled and grabbed my phone that was laying next to me and dialed speed dial  3. There was only two rings until he picked up, and glee flooded all over me.
-----"Hello pumpkin!" he greeted. I felt butterflies as happiness, for the first time in weeks, flooded all over me. He was happy to hear from me. He loves me like a true father should. I held in the tears as he spoke. "How's it going?"
-----I found myself frozen at that question. What do I tell him? The truth-half truth-lie? I then sigh and respond, "Not the best lately. I'm not too thrilled with my surroundings." It was honest, and not telling the hell part of Mom. He would sue her for doing such crazy things like making me take pills that makes me fall asleep every night. "I miss you so much, Dad. I want to be there with you." My voice was cracking, and tears fell down my cheek. I couldn't help it. I'm weak, and just plain old soft.
-----He paused for a second, taking in what I just said. He let out a quick, soft sigh and said, "I wish you are here, too, pumpkin. Your mother won't let me take you in, and she claims most custody of you. I'm sorry." I couldn't bare to hear the pain in his voice, the weakness he had in him. I wanted him to be strong. Fight for what's his. I needed him more than he ever knows. I need him to be with me. I need to be with him. There's only one thing to do. Say nothing but the truth.
-----"Dad please take me in! Mom is beating me constantly, and she's giving me unneeded pills. She says I'm depressed and cutting myself, but I'm not! And when I tell her this she grabs a knife, or something and makes streaks down my arm! Please Daddy, I need you! Please!" I was choking out tears, my hands shaking as I try to keep my phone to my ear. "Daddy... Please."
-----"Hold on. I'm going to contact my lawyer. I'll get you soon as I can, baby. I promise." He was strong again. His voice confidant and loving. I smiled sadly. "I love you, pumpkin."
-----"I love you, too." I whisper. "Bye." The phone line went dead, and I felt my stomach turn. Did I seriously just call Dad begging him to take custody of me? Wow... That's... I spun around realizing Mom was standing at the doorway. Her hands were balled up in fists, and her eyes glared at me. I shook rapidly knowing what is coming. Before I could do anything, my world went red and black as Mom pounded me to my death. Her fists met my face, arms, and thighs. She made sure I was in pain. She made sure I got what I deserve.
-----"You better know damn well you're staying with me." she snared smacking me one last time before leaving my room. I've realized she took my phone. I tasted blood in my mouth as I rose to my bed. My eyes felt swollen, and my body ached with black and purple bruises. "Why didn't I check to see if she was there first?" I yelled at myself. Without another word, I bled my way to sleep.

Reviews

[Taylor H.]

I think this needs to be revised. it didn't feel very realistic and I could see a lot of errors. try reading this out loud and fixing what doesn't sound right.

[Zeo Writer]

wow..that was powerful. I wanted to beat that mother up!

[diannesam]

I can really feel the characters struggle, I hope the dad does something! can't wait for more chapters!