A/N: Thank you so much!! Keep R&R
Chapter four.
I awake to the feeling of my phone vibrating against my stomach.
"Hello?"I said groggily rubbing my eyes.
"Were you asleep?"
It's Jeff. I smile. Best voice to wake up to would have to be his.
"No."I lied trying to stifle a yawn.
"Yes you were. I'm sorry I woke you up, do you want to call me back?"
"It's alright Babe. And no, I want to talk to you."
" Shanny, I have to go anyways...My brother just showed up... I love you." Jeff said laughing lightly
"I love you, too. See you tomorrow."
I hang up and shove my phone back in my pocket. Hearing those three words from him may be the most amazing sound I've ever heard. I can tell he means it everytime he says it, too. He says it because he means it, not because he feels obligated. And that, is the greatest feeling in the world. I go downstairs, hoping my mom is home so she doesn't think I dropped dead or something outrageous like that. I go into the laundry room to get a pair of socks, my feet are freezing.
"Tough day at school?"
My mother's voice from behind me makes me jump.
"Damn, you scared me."
"You scared me. I came home and you were face down on your bed. I thought you killed yourself."
"That's blowing things completely out of porportion, Mom."
"Hey, you tried it once." Her voice shook a bit.
"Thank you, for the constant reminder of that. I really really need it."
I push past her and go into the kitchen. There was absolutely no reason to bring that up. So my past overflows with suicidal tendancies. I haven't done that crap in a while. I think she just likes to bring it up. Because the raw skin of my wrists isn't a constand reminder of what a up I am. I angrily punch the wall, a picture clashing loudly to the floor.
"What the hell Shannon?!" My mother snapped as she came running in.
"I hate you, I really do." I said through gritted teeth and locktight jaw.
"Shannon! Christ, what is this all about?!" She asked, walking around the table and grabbing me by the arms. Molly runs in, clinging to a ratty stuffed rabbit.
"Molly go away." I snapped glareing at my mother.
Molly just started to cry as she ran out the room.
After that, my mother finally lets go of me.
"You care to explain yourself young man?"
She pulled a chair out, sat herself in the one across from it. I remain standing and shove my bloody knuckles into my mouth. Her eyes stay focused on me. Her gaze is hot and feels like it's burning holes straight through me.
"You...stupid...There was absolutely no reason for you to bring up that thing that happened in the past."
I rip the sleeves of Jeff's hoodie up, revealing the deep pink scars lining my wrists. Areas are bruised and scabbed with abuse and shove them close to her face.
"Are you satisfied now Mom?" I asked as I walked over to the picture of Molly and I that fell on the floor and threw it in rage on the kitchen table and walk out the door.