When we got home, Lily did, in fact, tell Mum about my roof climbing and back talking. Mum wasn't happy in the least. She slapped me and sent to the tiniest room in the house. My room. I didn't get food that night. I knew it wasn't completely over though. Oh well. I guess I would have to get through this spell of anger. Making me happy that school started very soon.
I drifted to sleep. Used to the almost claustrophobia causing space. In fact, it made me feel safe. It was impossible to sneak up on me in my sleep. I appreciated that. I always was a light sleeper anyways. I suppose it was better that way. If I had been a light sleeper, I'd never know when they were planning an attack on me.
It was better when I knew. I didn't want to give them a reaction. That might give them the tinniest bit of pleasure. Knowing that their behavior did, in fact, affect me. Yeah, no. No way in hell. Besides, it would only really cause surprise and anger. Nothing like sadness. I had long since overcome such puny emotions as sadness. There really was no point in wallowing in self pity. It just gave the person who hurt you the pleasure of knowing they have a sway on you. They have a pull on you. Pathetic.
I guess that sounds a bit cold. Though, being raised in the situation I was raised in can do that to you. Besides, if anyone is cold, it's my 'family'. They are the ones trying to make me sad. Trying to hurt me. Trying to break me in the worst ways possible. For what. A laugh at best. Monsters, the lot of them. Treating a young child in such a way. Their lucky I haven't become a Psychopath. Though, I'm only eleven. That can still very well happen.
I woke up to my door slamming open. I was correct in thinking it wasn't quite over. There my Mother stood. She was angry. Like she had let the anger boil over. Probably for this exact reason. Perhaps an excuse. She yanked me out of bed. Smacking me. Over and over. On any part of my body she could get away with.
"What have you got to say for yourself?" She shrieked as I let my cold eyes rest on her. When this woman died, the world would be a better place. I was absolutely fucking sure of that.
"What, exactly, should I have to say for myself. Am I even the one at fault here? You're the one who caused my birth. So Why, Exactly, Do you find the need to blame me. I'm not at fault. I didn't do anything. You threw away your marriage. Over what? A little fun?" I snapped at her. I was tired. I was angry. I was sleep deprived because this woman and her daughters took their turns with their torture. I was hungry. I was just so done with everyone today.
She gaped at me. I never talked back like this. That's what made my night worse. A broken bone. It rarely happened. In this case, it surely did. In some people's opinions, it'd be sad that an eleven year old would know what a broken bone felt like. In my opinion, however, it was helpful. Much more helpful than not knowing and causing the injury to worsen.
It was only two hours after she left that I was sure she wouldn't come back. By that time, It was too late for me to go back to sleep. I'd have to survive with a total of eight hours of sleep. That week. I would live. I would be out of here soon. I would live and thrive. I would piss off those people so badly because of that. They'd just have to hide and watch.
I smirked in the dark as I laid. The aching of my body a well known feeling. The shooting pain in my arm dulled by my thoughts. I'd be out of here and I'd raise hell for them still. I would bring myself humor. I'd never give them a reaction that they oh so longed for. Today was an exception. Maybe today would just make them want it even more. I hoped so.
If I couldn't trust to get my amusement from them, then who could I trust. Besides, I've heard that when one gets their amusement from the people who are terrible to them, it makes it much more sweet. I wouldn't know. I've never gotten it from anyone else. I'd surely find out this school year though.
Tomorrow was, September first. I'd just have to make it through today. After all, It was only six in the morning. I could almost taste tomorrow. I decided, I would spend the day packing my non existent things. Probably thinking about which house I'd be in. Stuff like that. I would avoid my family at all costs. Who knew what I'd do when I finally broke. I had a faint Idea and I wasn't too fond of getting arrested so I think I'll try to avoid doing that.
The only way I could assure that while being so sleep deprived, in pain, annoyed, and angry, was to avoid them. For a whole day. That, and strain on a broken arm doesn't sound very appealing to me. I'm not a masochist. Nor will I ever be. I'm absolutely positive of that.