There were major difficulties in each chapter, such as the letters bunched up together. Sorry for the inconvencies—Enjoy!
I walk onto the corridors of the haunted house; even if it is entitled as hallways. I was met by my mom carrying a knife.
"What do you want for breakfast, dear?" She speaks with a lace of evilness.
I gulped and back-away.
"Eggs and bacon would be fine." I nervously fiddled with my clothing.
"Great! Do me a favor and call your father, eh?" She walked away and entered the kitchen.
I release a breath in relief and trudged up the stairs.
I'm eerily afraid of my parentals.
I slowly walked in front of my parent's door and rapidly use my fist to knock the door.
"Yes?" The deep-voice of my father echoed my head.
"Uhh, Moth-er called you."
"I'll be right out."
The door opened and the footstep of the man stopped in front of me. He nonchalantly crept his hand on my neck.
I closed my eyes and the water in my eyes started to leak.
He gripped my neck in a dismay manner.
"Don't stutter, dear. Or I and your mother will be extremely upset."
My chest wheeze and I punch the huge hands out.
"Stop." I begged.
He pulled his hands away from my newly bruised neck.
I released an erratic breath.
"Now. Be cautious, or that'll happen again." He remarked. "And change that clothes. It looks appalling."
He walked away and his footstep eerily echoed my damaged brain. Tears started to fall out of my cocoa eyes. I quietly sobbed and entered my dungeon.
God, how I wish I would've just run out of this haunted house.
But, that would've cost me a broken rib.
How do I know? Well, I tried it.
I wiped out the tears that are constantly falling out of my eyeballs.
"Stop. Please. Just. Stop." I quietly whispered as I wiped out the tears.
I opened my closet and picked out the chosen clothes that mother placed.
White shirt and a red skirt.
I choked a sob and silently strip out of my ripped jeans off.
...
I entered the car of my mother and slowly applied the seatbelt on my body.
"Dear, pull that ponytail off. It looks horrid." Mother remarked.
"No, mother. I must keep this up." I argued.
"Okay. As long as you use formal words when you argue. Now, you've met my expectations."
I nodded and fakely showed my bright smile.
"Good girl. However..." Mother proceeded. "You must never argue with me."
She placed her palms on my hair tie and pulled it aggressively.
"There, there. Looks good on you." She soothingly spoke.
Tears started erupting, I closed my eyes to ease back the pain.
Mother backed out of the driveway.
I glance at the window and saw Father waving at us.
My chest bubbled up and I sigh heavily.
...
I walked out of the car and curtly waved at my mother, which earned me a glare at the roguish manner. I sigh suddenly remembering the abuse that my parents gave to me—I waved back into a 'nice' manner and smiled. She nodded and exited the streets with the tires squealing.
I witnessed the students looking at me including a smile.
"Hi! Cheryl!" The students erupted with cheers.
I know that they just want my money—or my parent's money. I shunned them out and proceeded walking in the direction of the school. I loathed the school but at least they don't include abusive parentals watching and leaving vile remarks. At least the school offers me safety while my parents give me death.
I wiped out the tears that I didn't even know was forming. I choked the bubble that was representing in my throat as a message—life hates me—I quickly walked towards the bathroom.
School is the time where I merely collapse.
I touched my neck and seethed a curse.
"Uh. You okay?" A voice filled the dull bathroom.
My head abruptly stirred towards the witness of my dilemma. Ahhh—it's fucking Toni; the gang member that earns a thrashy grade, or at least in my opinion.
"You have the right to remain silent because whatever you say will probably be stupid anyway." I boiled.
She rolled her eyes.
"Alright fine. Whatever."
She walks silently over to the sink, where I'm currently am.
"Ouch!" I cried.
"Ooo." She sympathizes. "What happened?"
My face flared.
"Get. Out." I pointed towards the door.
She sighs and took out something.
"Here." She placed the medicine for pain relief in the side of the sink.
"I don't trust you, drug-dealer." I remarked and shut the faucet off. "Why would I take it anyway? It's not even for necks."
"For a headache and such." She walked out of the bathroom.
yep.