I loved Saturdays.Actually,I loved anyday that I didn't have to
go to school.I loathed around all day in my pajamas.I got on the computer
for a while after breakfast and attempted my homework.Hah.Me.Homework.Why
was I doing this again?I never do my homework.I suppose I just did it to
keep my mind off of Jenna.
My mother was doing laundry that day,so she was coming in and out of my room,gathering and putting away clothes,so if I wanted to cut again,I'd have to wait.The name 'Jenna' flashed through my head all day,and no matter how hard I tried,I couldn't make it go away.During the day I would slip away and fantasize about kissing her.Everytime I did,though,I would smack myself in the head.I couldn't do this!Girls are supposed to like guys!I felt so dirty,so unfaithful.The good thing about having an already stressed mother is the fact that I had an excuse not to tell her.If I did,she would probably kick me out.And if she did that,I was screwed.All of my family lived in Mexico.
Sometime during the day,I fell asleep.I had a horrible nightmare.It wasn't about Jenna though.I was in a cold,stone room.Lizzie was standing in the corner,wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and a white wife beater.She was crying hysterically.Gordo was in the other corner.He was wearing a large white shirt which went down to his ankles and nothing more.He was beaming proudly and holding what seemed to be a broom.I wanted so much to reach out to Lizzie and hug her,embrace her,comfort her.But I couldn't move.I could only watch helplessly as Gordo walked over to Lizzie and whispered somthing in her ear.This made her cry harder.
"GORDO!"I yelled"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO LIZZIE!"But he just looked at me,still beaming.Lizzie looked up,so our eyes met."Kate!Oh my God Kate!"She yelled at me.I tried to explain to her that I wasn't Kate,But I could no longer talk.Infact,it felt like somebody had ripped out my vocal cords.Gordo looked at Lizzie again,and she started to scream "NO!NO!"Then I woke up.
I was covered in cold sweat and I was struggling for breath.It was cold and dark outside.I sat up and shook my head.I stood up,my feet hitting the cold floor.I went over to my window and opened it.The coldness hit me and stung against the hot skin of my face.I rubbed my eyes and looked over at my alarm clock.9:00 p.m.I opened my door and looked downstairs.My mom was laying on the couch,with a guy ontop of her who wasn't my dad.They were both fully dressed,but they were making out like teenagers.I shook my head and wrinkled my nose in disgust.So this is what she did when I was at school.I went back into my room,and made it a point to slam the door shut.
I pulled the covers from my bed and lied down.I crossed my arms behind my head and under my pillow.I shut my eyes,but opened them quickly.I kept seeing Lizzie,crying.And Gordo,beaming.I yawned and shut them again.This time I tried to figure out what it meant.Did I miss Lizzie?Did I need her and Gordo?Was Gordo treating her badly?
These thoughts lingered in my head the rest of the night,as I tossed and turned,not finding sleep easy.When the sun finally creeped through my window,I sat up.I must've fallen asleep somtime,because the last thing I remembered was looking at the clock,and its saying 1:00 a.m.Gah.Sunday.How did I let the weekend pass me up so quickly?
A.N. Sorry this chapter is so short.I NEED MORE REVIEWS! Or I may refuse to write any more .. o.O
My mother was doing laundry that day,so she was coming in and out of my room,gathering and putting away clothes,so if I wanted to cut again,I'd have to wait.The name 'Jenna' flashed through my head all day,and no matter how hard I tried,I couldn't make it go away.During the day I would slip away and fantasize about kissing her.Everytime I did,though,I would smack myself in the head.I couldn't do this!Girls are supposed to like guys!I felt so dirty,so unfaithful.The good thing about having an already stressed mother is the fact that I had an excuse not to tell her.If I did,she would probably kick me out.And if she did that,I was screwed.All of my family lived in Mexico.
Sometime during the day,I fell asleep.I had a horrible nightmare.It wasn't about Jenna though.I was in a cold,stone room.Lizzie was standing in the corner,wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and a white wife beater.She was crying hysterically.Gordo was in the other corner.He was wearing a large white shirt which went down to his ankles and nothing more.He was beaming proudly and holding what seemed to be a broom.I wanted so much to reach out to Lizzie and hug her,embrace her,comfort her.But I couldn't move.I could only watch helplessly as Gordo walked over to Lizzie and whispered somthing in her ear.This made her cry harder.
"GORDO!"I yelled"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO LIZZIE!"But he just looked at me,still beaming.Lizzie looked up,so our eyes met."Kate!Oh my God Kate!"She yelled at me.I tried to explain to her that I wasn't Kate,But I could no longer talk.Infact,it felt like somebody had ripped out my vocal cords.Gordo looked at Lizzie again,and she started to scream "NO!NO!"Then I woke up.
I was covered in cold sweat and I was struggling for breath.It was cold and dark outside.I sat up and shook my head.I stood up,my feet hitting the cold floor.I went over to my window and opened it.The coldness hit me and stung against the hot skin of my face.I rubbed my eyes and looked over at my alarm clock.9:00 p.m.I opened my door and looked downstairs.My mom was laying on the couch,with a guy ontop of her who wasn't my dad.They were both fully dressed,but they were making out like teenagers.I shook my head and wrinkled my nose in disgust.So this is what she did when I was at school.I went back into my room,and made it a point to slam the door shut.
I pulled the covers from my bed and lied down.I crossed my arms behind my head and under my pillow.I shut my eyes,but opened them quickly.I kept seeing Lizzie,crying.And Gordo,beaming.I yawned and shut them again.This time I tried to figure out what it meant.Did I miss Lizzie?Did I need her and Gordo?Was Gordo treating her badly?
These thoughts lingered in my head the rest of the night,as I tossed and turned,not finding sleep easy.When the sun finally creeped through my window,I sat up.I must've fallen asleep somtime,because the last thing I remembered was looking at the clock,and its saying 1:00 a.m.Gah.Sunday.How did I let the weekend pass me up so quickly?
A.N. Sorry this chapter is so short.I NEED MORE REVIEWS! Or I may refuse to write any more .. o.O