Sixth Grade SelfA Story by ♋ Iris ♋She sighs as she puts her headphones over her head. She clutches to her little hand held cd player. "Not again." She says to herself. She gets up from her drawing pallet that she had on the floor. She sets the large roll of paper against the wall. "Why isn't Jamie home yet?" She asks herself as she climbs the stairs to her bunk-bed. She moves into the far corner furthest from the door. She leans her back against one side of the wall and lean her head against the other. "You think that you have the right to do that!" "What doesn't give me the right?" "Its my house! If you don't like it get out!" "Nice house you got here, Julie! Its a trailer for Christ Sake!" "My trailer, then! Get out!" The young girls turns up the volume on her cd player. She could still hear muffles of words. She closed her eyes and just wishes for it to be summer again. She go outside when these things happened. Not today though. Its snowing outside and she cant leave. Jamie was at a show choir competition. Jade, her younger sister, was at her grandmothers. She was alone besides the two fighting adults just down the hall. She thinks about the times that camper. The beach that could be seen out of the front door. The friends that were made there. The holiday weekends were there were dances. She was allowed to stay out until 11 up there. Don't forget the hay rides up to the pavilion. There would be bingo games. She won 40 bucks on a game once. The fire-pit that was always lit after a long day of fun. The rattling of the wall that her head was resting on shook her thoughts. She started moving to the stairs before her eyes even opened. The hallway that was literally one five yards long seemed to last forever. She turned the corner, but she tripped over some shoes. She crawled out from behind the couch and looked around. Her stepdad was sitting on the couch looking into the kitchen. Where was her mom? She started moving against her better judgement. She ran right past her stepdad and into the kitchen. Her mother was on the far side of it. She was on her hands and knees crying. The young girl didn't know what to do. Her mother was the strong one that held her when she cried. The girl bent down next to her mother and wrapped an arm around her. Her mother's long curly hair covered her face. The girl didn't want to see her mother's face anyway. As she held her mother, she glared at her stepdad that had now turned on the tv. He glanced up at the episode in the kitchen and glared right back. Apparently the look of defiance set him off on another rage. He came into the kitchen faster than she have ever seen anyone move. She didn't falter. Her arm tightened around her mother. As soon as he got close, she could smell the liquor on him. His feet stomped near her mother's head. She saw him raise a hand and she automatically put her other arm up for defense. He grabbed her forearm roughly and lifted her to her feet. This didn't happen without a struggle. She had tightened her grip on her mom. He squeezed her arm until she let go. The adrenaline rush must have ended. She no longer stood her ground against this 6 foot tall man. "What kind of a look was that?" She asked. She almost gagged at the smell of his breath. She couldn't look at him. She only stared down at the crumpled mess on the floor that was her mother. He squeezed her arm again, harder this time. She let out the tiniest of noises. He pushed her while letting her go. Right behind her was the refrigerator. Her back slammed against it. Her head followed after that. He walked back to the couch and started watching tv again. ~You guys want to know the truth?- The day before this, I had gotten bullied really badly at school. I also learned that I was failing a class. I found out my cousins had an addiction. And my other cousin had a different kind of an addiction. She had found a way to coop with pain. -You guys want to know the truth?- That night was the first night I had cut.
© 2013 ♋ Iris ♋Author's Note
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♋ Iris ♋AboutMUSE OF SPACE PROSPIT DREAMER Iris is my pen name. My real name is Jessa. I am laid back most of the time. love anime and manga. I am a teenager but I dont know if you can say average. I .. more..Writing
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