Where You Slept A Thousand Nights Alone
Tear Stained Cheeks And Dark Circles
13 days. That's how long it's been since I attempted to drown myself. That's how long it's been since I talked to Alan. That's how long it's been since someone cared. Today though, I needed someone to care again.
*2 hours ago*
I rested in bed, watching the dust twinkle in the sunlight that was peeking through my tiny, messy room. I stretched and got up, going to the bathroom across the hall.
I looked in the mirror. My red hair was flying everywhere from my messy bun, and it was just a big mess. My eyes were surrounded my a dark color, showing my lack of sleep clearly. My cheeks had been stained from the tears the night before. I looked awful.
I quickly got out of there and headed towards the kitchen, horrified by what I saw. At least 6 empty beer cans on the floor, and a drunken woman named "Mom" to match them perfectly. I prepared myself for the worst.
"What the fuck do you think your doin'" She slurred. I tried to ignore her, realising it was a terrible idea to try. She quickly clenched onto my arm, digging her nails into my skin. I was suddenly throw into the counter, crying out in pain from my back hitting the cabinet handle. I sat on the ground, whimpering in pain.
"The fuck is wrong with you?" She screamed, kicking me in the stomach with all her strength. I felt like puking.
"Bitch, get out, now." Suddenly I was being yanked by my hair, pulled towards the door. I swiftly and secretly grabbed my phone before we could pass it, and I was being dragged along.
She opened the door, and slammed me onto the ground, calling me names. Ugly. Fat. Emo. Bitch. Worthless.
I was shocked by what had just happened, and my mind couldn't comprehend it one bit. My mother just kicked me out. I was just kicked out. I quickly got up and ran towards the beach again. When I got there, I did the only thing I could. Cry.
This was a different cry though. This was one of those cries where you held yourself tight as possible, and just bawled. You were in so much emotional pain, the crying was physically hurting you. You gasped for air, and sniffled every two seconds. I did this for about thirty minutes. Just cried as the ocean roared in front of me.
"Chelsea? What's wrong?"
*2 hours ago*
I rested in bed, watching the dust twinkle in the sunlight that was peeking through my tiny, messy room. I stretched and got up, going to the bathroom across the hall.
I looked in the mirror. My red hair was flying everywhere from my messy bun, and it was just a big mess. My eyes were surrounded my a dark color, showing my lack of sleep clearly. My cheeks had been stained from the tears the night before. I looked awful.
I quickly got out of there and headed towards the kitchen, horrified by what I saw. At least 6 empty beer cans on the floor, and a drunken woman named "Mom" to match them perfectly. I prepared myself for the worst.
"What the fuck do you think your doin'" She slurred. I tried to ignore her, realising it was a terrible idea to try. She quickly clenched onto my arm, digging her nails into my skin. I was suddenly throw into the counter, crying out in pain from my back hitting the cabinet handle. I sat on the ground, whimpering in pain.
"The fuck is wrong with you?" She screamed, kicking me in the stomach with all her strength. I felt like puking.
"Bitch, get out, now." Suddenly I was being yanked by my hair, pulled towards the door. I swiftly and secretly grabbed my phone before we could pass it, and I was being dragged along.
She opened the door, and slammed me onto the ground, calling me names. Ugly. Fat. Emo. Bitch. Worthless.
I was shocked by what had just happened, and my mind couldn't comprehend it one bit. My mother just kicked me out. I was just kicked out. I quickly got up and ran towards the beach again. When I got there, I did the only thing I could. Cry.
This was a different cry though. This was one of those cries where you held yourself tight as possible, and just bawled. You were in so much emotional pain, the crying was physically hurting you. You gasped for air, and sniffled every two seconds. I did this for about thirty minutes. Just cried as the ocean roared in front of me.
"Chelsea? What's wrong?"
Update please I love this soo much. You're a great author
9/4/14