1 Name: Wattpad Explorers : 2012-03-30 20:36 ID:mSLWYbgB [Del]
Just to shove it in NaeBree's face that I can write a rough draft without it being crappy I will post my latest story: The Day I Left
I woke up to a glowing orange light coming from behind my curtains. 'It must be the sun' I thought. I looked around me and remembered I passed out on the floor after starting my reading. I looked down at my arms and saw they were still a little swelled. I had sliced them up pretty good yesterday morning. I looked at my calendar. "Two months until graduation," I thought. I smiled and looked at my clock. "I'm late for school," I screamed and I threw on some jeans and flung my backpack on my shoulders. I ran to my door and opened it hastily. It banged against my wall and I said some cuss words. I ran down the stairs and tripped over the last few. I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a bag of marshmallows. "You do know it's Saturday, right," My mom asked me curiously. She was clearly amused at my rushed morning routine. I laughed a little. "Guess I hadn't woken up enough to notice that information," I muttered under my breath. She laughed good-naturedly. "Ahh my spirited stupid little Seraphina," She snickered and hugged me tightly. "I'm not little mom," I argued while pointing out that I am 5 foot 8 inches. A good height for my age of 17. "Still so stupid though," she breathed the words into my ear. I was used to her "verbal abuse" by now. She started saying slightly hurtful things about me when I was 10. It started when my dad left her and she became an alcoholic. I sometimes even try to take them as compliments. My friends don't like to come over very often because of the rude things my mother says to them. Really it's only with what little friends I do have. Most of my communication is between me, my mom, and my little brother Harley. My family and I are pretty close. My brother gets physically abused on occasion by my mother. I try to protect him from it as best as I can. He doesn't handle it very well, but I try my best to turn the abuse into a joke. Sometimes it does get to me though. That's one of the many reasons I started to self-harm. I don't want to go into details at this point though.
