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"You aren't going to eat this morning?"
I look up to squint at the woman who has taken over the mother role of the family. Ahah. As if. Not while I'm around.
If looks could kill.
I'd be a mass murderer.
It takes a while before I realize that shes asking me about breakfast.
I eat my feelings for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And for snack as well. How can I be hungry?
I slam the door.
She will whine to my father about this afterwards.
I'll have to stay over at a friend's house.
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I try not to wince as he wires his venomous fingers drenched with another girl's faded scent around my paper hair, shaded in the color of pastel crimson.
I squirm in my chair, fingernails chipped and broken and numbed.
I regret biting them all off now.
He yanks my hair back a little. My eyes widen.
I want to scream.
I want to screech at him and tell him that he was hurting me and I didn't want to see him and and and. And I want to so bad.
But my mouth is broken. Sewn shut by the thread of his status. The prince. Riding on a white horse, shining glory, everlasting promises lingering on his liar mouth.
But I am fluent in fiction as well.
I raise my arm. As if I am in second grade again, restless yet obedient. The man nods my way, an indication that he wants me at his desk.
Once I arrive, I ask him if I can go to the nurse's office. "I have cramps, and I'm pretty sure its the time of the month again. I feel sick."
On my way to the door, I hear Tadase's voice. Too quiet for others to hear. Full of knowledge. About me.
"Liar liar pants on fire."
I resist the urge to plunge my pencil into his shoulder and grind my way into the marrow of his bones.
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"You can't go out!" Midori's exasperated voice shoots bullets in my fragile armor. I forgot to hibernate at a friend's house. Crap.
It would be best to act natural.
"But why not?" Ami's response shakes with each tear she sheds. I shove my bare feet into the carpet, hidden behind the cabinet.
"Your piano teacher is going to be here soon," Ami hates piano. Hates it with a passion. Hates it Hates it Hates it. Hates it enough to write twelve pages of hate in her diary about it. She showed me.
But, of course, Midori wouldn't know.
"But it'll just take five minutes." She whines, tears dampening the carpet beneath her. Midori will freak, once she realizes.
RealMom would have allowed Ami to go. RealMom would have rushed them out of the house, fast enough to come back in hysterics, their cheeks flushing and their eyes glowing.
Like how she did with me.
"You can't, please, Ami." The blonde looks ready to collapse. "Please, don't argue with me anymore. I can't take it."
Ami is ready to collapse as well.
Ready to shred herself into tiny pieces and to scatter herself onto the couch and all over the house. She is not used to control freaks like our stepmother.
It's time for me to appear.
"Not everything is about you, Midori." I have decided to use the word 'mom' only when necessary. Only when she breaks down in front of my father. Midori's face hardens. "I'll go take the car keys, c'mon Ami, let's go."
"You can't." My stepmother looks ready to carve scars into my back. "Ami has piano lessons to attend to."
Ami begins whining again.
I kneel down next to my younger sister, before wiping away her tears with my thumb. "What do you want, sweetheart?"
"Candy."
I smile.
"Alright, I'll be back soon, go upstairs and wash your face." Ami nods, before pulling me into a hug. "Quickly! Before your piano teacher comes."
She giggles before trotting up the stairs.
I don't even bother to spare a glance at Midori.
I can already feel her glare on the back of my neck as I walk out of the room, the clinking of my father's car keys blaring in my pockets.
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I have only taken about two steps out the car door before someone bumps into me. Hard.
I skid onto the cement, the keys piercing my thigh.
I look up to see a boy. A teenager?
Navy hair. Porcelain skin. Midnight eyes, swirling with indifference.
I drown in darkness, but not before I see him leave me. Dirty black vans turning away from me. He is not going to help me up.
Reality blurs, and soon, I blackout.
Death?
I wouldn't mind.
KSO DOESN'T IKUTO SOUND LIKE A BASTARD?
Lol we'll just have to wait and see.
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MExTRUNKS4ever
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Lawl hell no. Amu would never commit suicide. No matter how bad the situation is.
bma925
Thanks babe. c: My language arts teacher used to think that I was crazy, the way I wrote. xD
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