The Two Hundredth and Seventy Eighth Life-Part Two
Before I knew it, my mother was home. She swatted the notebook out of my hands and said something about wanting me to something with my life. I just looked at her blankly. Slap. I hate you. Slap. Why’re you so stupid. Slap. Finally she said something about having a date and left, leaving me bruised and alone. I slept.
In the morning, she wasn’t back. I walked outside, and instantly decided that there wasn’t school today. Snow up to my waist had fallen over the night. I walked back inside and locked the door, turning on the heat and wrapping my frail broken body in a blanket, ignoring the scars that massed across my pale skin. I didn’t think much of them, but everyone else was quite curious to where they came from. It was my mother, of course, but she threatened to kill me if I told. I couldn’t die when I was bound to be with the universe. I needed to be up there one day, and dying wouldn’t help that.
I wasn’t quite sure how I was supposed to meet the universe, to be perfectly honest. It seemed impossible, and people would laugh when I told them what I wanted to do. They thought that it was cute. I hated when people didn’t take me seriously. Just because I’m eleven doesn’t mean that you can just ignore me. I will be there one day, watching down on all of them. They'll finally understand.
In the morning, she wasn’t back. I walked outside, and instantly decided that there wasn’t school today. Snow up to my waist had fallen over the night. I walked back inside and locked the door, turning on the heat and wrapping my frail broken body in a blanket, ignoring the scars that massed across my pale skin. I didn’t think much of them, but everyone else was quite curious to where they came from. It was my mother, of course, but she threatened to kill me if I told. I couldn’t die when I was bound to be with the universe. I needed to be up there one day, and dying wouldn’t help that.
I wasn’t quite sure how I was supposed to meet the universe, to be perfectly honest. It seemed impossible, and people would laugh when I told them what I wanted to do. They thought that it was cute. I hated when people didn’t take me seriously. Just because I’m eleven doesn’t mean that you can just ignore me. I will be there one day, watching down on all of them. They'll finally understand.