A broken set

The first thing I saw as I opened the door was a dish fly pass me and hit the wall. And then another and another, they were coming from every where and they were all coming at me.

"WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, GOD I TOLD YOU RIGHT AFTER SCHOOL!"

By that voice I new who it was and it was her death voice, I was in deep shit. I looked around to see her walking slowly towards me, her hair in a mess of tangles and her cloths she had on yesterday wrinkled against her thick body. She flung another plate at me and it just barely skimmed my cheek. I was for a lack of words bouncing in my head: dead. I glanced to the stairs and made a break for them right as she was closing in. I was almost there just a couple steps reaching my hands out for the rail I was jerked back and hit the stairs. I looked back to see her grabbing my leg and pulling me towards her. I struggled and kicked as hard as I could but it wouldn't work I couldn't get away. She was right above me about to bring the pate down when I put my arms up and stopped her. She was stronger, bigger, but she was dumber than me. "god your so stupid you can't even follow a simple instruction!" she voice was frustrated that I had tried to stop the plate. But I only redirected it and it sliced my arm. I kicked her off of me hard and she hit the wall, I ran up the stairs like my life depended on it, because for all I new it did. I heard her coming up behind me in loud thumps. I quickened my passé as she was almost closing in on me I reached the bathroom door and shut it. She ran right into it and I struggled to keep it close before I finally found an opening to lock the danm thing out. She hit, banged and kicked the door so for my own safety I took the dresser thing in there that held most of the her make-up and shit and pushed it against the door.

"YOU CAN'T STAY IN THER FOREVER!" she yelled after about n hour of banging on the door. I already had my uniform off, and thanked god it was a short sleeve so only a couple or drops of blood got on it from my arm. I looked at my self in the mirror my fore head had a huge bruise from when I hit the stairs, my cheek clotted up and me arm was starting to. I rummaged through the first aid kit and pulled out a banged and cream. I washed the deep cut on my arm in cold water so it wouldn't start to bleed again. Then I put huge globs on the cut and it burned like shit and tears stung my eyes. I put the bandage on and after awhile it burned less and started to feel numb. I pick the cheek scab stopped the bleeding and put a bandage on that to. If the cut was scabbed I wouldn't be able to cover it up tomorrow for school. I then started to dig for my blood washer. It was a mix of bleaches, stain remover, and soap. Out of all my years it always got the blood out of any cloth that I had. I hadn't needed it for awhile but I did now. After I washed the uniform I hung it up to dry. I so pose tonight could have been better, maybe I should have let her kill me it would have been a easy way out, but I didn't. I thought about this for awhile what was it that I wanted to be alive, as of today I had no one in my life, and as of tomorrow I would make sure I didn't. I pushed the make-up dresser out of the way and peeked out the door, I didn't see or hear her to I walked slowly downstairs. I felt like those stupid girls in horror films that always end up dead. I rounded to corner and was surprise to see my mom wilted on the floor crying. I walked to her slowly not even feeling the glass that engraved itself into my foot. I knelt down to the floor taking in more glass and hugged my mom. I didn't know why but I felt bad, this poor human being that I call mom was leaning on me and I was falling. She cried for about another hour before she spoke "you must hate me" her voice was horse and broken up.

"no no I love you don't worry you go to bed I'll clean this up okay?" I was gentle about it but why just a couple hours ago she was throwing plate at me and trying to rip off me head. Why was I comforting her.

"okay, I sorry for scaring you" she looked at me with glossy eyes and walked up to her room. After I here the door shut I look around me at the big mess I had to clean up in 2 hours. School started at 7:00 am and I had to leave at 6:30 am, it was now 4:30 am. I started to pick up all the glass and then proceeded to clean the rest up. Thank god I was a fast worker so I had an hour till I had to leave. I hoped into the luke warm water and reapplied all of the bandages. I then started to apply at least half of my cover up to my face and some eye shadow. Looking in the mirror I felt a little less pathetic, but to make me feel better I put on some lip gloss.

When I got to school and my bag was sitting on my desk. I didn't even know that I left it with Yuki. I opened the bag to find answer sheets to all my homework and was relived. Maybe he did care or she was just trying to be nice like he is to everyone. I'm going to go with choice number to. The rest of the day went really well I fell asleep in almost all of my classes but no one talked to me. At lunch I hid in the garden and I found it very southing all the flowers were just starting to bloom and very nicely too. It being in spring and everything. When English came Yuki said nothing to me just like I asked yesterday and I felt kinda sad. This was horrible so I just push the feeling aside and told myself no. English went slow and I dreaded going home and asked myself what I was going to get today. A broken arm or maybe a broken leg.

Sorry guys it took awhile, I had a lot going on with me mom and stuff and but I hope you liked the chapter something big next. And remember to review on anything you think I need to improve on. Bye!