ireland-creates

[ireland-creates]

Why are so many writers traumatized? Anyway! No im not taking constructive criticism at this time. TW: Violence, Trauma responses, Swears, First person

"Why can't you just be a normal f:üç:ķ|ņğ kid and just do what you're told!" She shouts as her grip on my throat loosens and drops and I reach for my neck feeling the sting of the marks left by her nails "I'm sorry" I rasp out looking down to the floor with tears pricking at my eyes daring to fall. I drink down the lump in my throat trying to dull the ache and with that the tears dry and my mother scoffs and turns away to go out for a §møke. I lift my eyes just enough to see her dissappear out the door with a slam of the screen and I huff to myself before straightening myself out and continue to get ready for school as fast as possible forgetting the lunch I had started to make for myself behind. "I hope she chokes" I hiss to myself as I slam the rest of my cŕªp into my bag and leave 45 minutes early for the bus.

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The last bell of the day rings and I dread standing up to get on the bus home but remembering what happened last time I inconvenienced my mother like that I know better than to come home late again. "See you tomorrow ____!" I hear my friends say as they wave bye to me while walking out the door, I smile and wave back knowing they're just smiling and being civil because the marks left from this morning are noticeable enough to make people force themselves to be nice to me. "What fakes." I whisper to myself as I begrudgingly pick myself up from my desk gathering my stuff together and taking it out to my locker just to throw it all in there half-heartedly knowing its probably safer in the mess of my locker than anywhere near the tyranny my mothers about to wreck the moment I steo through the door today. I hurry my way through the crowded halls cursing to myself for not getting up sooner to make it through the bell rush with ease instead of getting stuck behind slow walkers and the western barbies and kens laughing at each-others barely put together jokes that I bet you anything they don't even understand themselves.

"Just f:ūć:ķıñ'ģ move" I hiss as I try to break through the slow group infront of me blocking me from getting down the stairs and out the door quicker. I notice one of the girls glance at me and I smile and nod towards her and she tries to open a path throught the group for me suddenly smiling as well and I step through thanking her and dropping my smile the moment I turn my face away "god this place is annoying" i mumble to myself and half jog to the bus stop and force my way through to the front where the bus normally stops. The bus pulls up the moment I stop and I climb up the gloomy grey steps and watch as the other striking yellow busses pull up as well "perfect" I say as I drop down onto the bus seat close to the front realizing that the bus ramp is going to be busy when we have to go to switch earning a tired sigh as my usual bus buddy sits next to me and pulls out her book. 'At least she's quiet' I think to myself and I lean against the wall and look out the window ready to zone out for the bus ride home.

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I make it home and toss my shoes off and notice that my moms sickening presence isn't nearby and I take the chance to try and sneak off into my room so we can miss eachother and I can just shut myself into my room for the night knowing she won't make dinner or do anything but watch her stupid TV shows the rest of the night until she goes to bed. I pick my shoes up and quietly make my way to my room missing every creak and groan in the floor having memorized them by now and quietly closing the door. I let out the breath I was holding and I listen as my siblings come through the door making as much noise as humanly possible, loudly making their way into their respective rooms completely ignoring me and my room.

I look around my dark room and leave the light off as I lay on my bed and breathe slowly taking mind of my breathing otherwise I might start to cry. I feel the crushing pain in my heart chest and shoulders start to lift and I close my eyes clutching onto my blankets and going onto my phone to read something online to try and pretend im there and not in my bed half tempted to cry for hours on end.

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A crash from the main room of the house wakes me up and I sit up in bed, startled. I look around and find my phone in the bedding and try to turn it on for a flashlight but no response to me pressing the buttons. I sigh and toss my phone on the bed realizing that the battery is dead, I get off my bed and look around my room and step through the mountains of garbage laundry and old toys "god I need to clean this place" i say knowing full well I wont do anything about it. I place my hand on my door knob and feel the pain in my heart and chest stab at me again and I take a breath as I open the door tensing up my muscles and noticing that the TV is on even though it's completely dark outside.

I step out quietly and go to turn the TV off knowing that whoever turned it on is probably going to get in huge trouble in the morning. I imagine my sister and shake my head trying not to think of what my mum will do if she found out. I turn away from the TV hoping she didn't notice it was on and look around the house not noticing abything out of place and rub the side of my head and head to the bathroom and look in the mirror. "Must've just been the TV" i mumble as I check out the marks on my neck seeing that theres bruises around the parts where her nails dug in but aside from that pretty much just the scratches. I feel my stomach growl and ache and I just sigh and continue to look at myself in the mirror. "Just shut up already" I say directed to my stomach as I use the bathroom and go back to bed.

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I wake up to my siblings fighting about something lunch related for school and I get up and out of bed grabbing my phone and charger wishing I hadn't woken up at all and just stuffing them in my pockets. I brush my hair and leave my room, my siblings saying hi but I just ignore them. I go into the kitchen and find my mother cooking something at the stove and she turns to me smiling. I feel confusion take over my entire body and stop directly in my tracks.

"Goodmorning sweetie! Would you like some eggs?" She asks and I stay still as if the stillness will trick her into thinking I'm not there. She stays still too and I glance at my siblings who are both looking at my confused, I clear my throat and reach my hand up to my neck as I look back at her and she practically hops and goes to the fridge "Thirsty? I think we have juice!" I feel my throat completely dry up and I back away and smile at my brother and sister before taking a breath in to try and say something "im.. okay... thanks" My siblings look at me and I nod towards her and they shrug and continue to get ready for school. "Well I made you guys some lunches for school, theyre in the fridge" she says sickeningly sweet. I grab my throat and start to squeeze where she grabbed the day before, feeling the bruises ache, I feel tears raise to my eyes and I watch her go back to making eggs.

A fit of rage boils in my chest and I go over to the fridge, ripping it open I see it completely stocked full of food causing the anger to boil over "what are you doing!?" I yell at her and she jumps back flinging an egg out of the pan onto the wall and she looks at me shocked "my goodness!" She says and I slam the fridge closed "after the s:hī:t that happened yesterday? Now? Now is when you want to pull the good mother card? What is this!? What are you trying to pull here!?" I scream at her as tears fall from my eyes and I feel my throat scratching and aching as I yell. My siblings quiet down and watch from the hallway "why are you doing this!?" I yell feeling my voice waver and I start to cry and she just looks at me confused and I grab at my neck feeling it close around me.

The silence rings through the house as the eggs on the stove sizzle and crackle in the background and she stays still as if shes analyzing the situation. "Is cps here again?" I ask through a whimper and she looks around and pauses on my siblings and she smiles at them weakly seemingly trying to convince them that things are okay. She moves towards me slowly and puts her hand on my shoulder which I flinch away from and step away from. She pulls her hand away and looks at me, I stare at her eyes trying to find even a flicker of the malice she typically has but I look away and storm out the back door letting the screen slam behind me. I pause and wait on the steps while listening to them and hear my siblings ask her why I hate them.

I feel the tears flow heavily as I start to hyperventilate while I listen to them have a good morning and then them leave to go to school. I listen as the bus comes, stops and then drives away and I get up off the step and walk through the yard to the shop in the back and get into the drivers seat of my dads car and sob. I hear the shop door open after a while and I hear some shuffling of papers while I try to get myself under control. I find a way to still my breathing and listen as she walks over to the window and knock on it. I pull the crank to roll the window down a little bit and she leans down to speak through the crack, "license and registration please" she half heartedly jokes and I turn away from her and the window. "Listen- I kno-" I glare out the window at her "Who are you" I ask firmly and she pauses.

"what?" She asks after what seems like forever and I turn towards her and open the door pushing her away, allowing me to get out. "Who. Are. You." I say again looking her up and down. "You look like her and you sound like her but... you're just not. So who are you" I demand and she sighs "to think id be found out this soon." She chuckles and I watch her feeling a twinge of anger prick at my body. I watch as the colour drains from her skin and her eyes flood to black, she crosses her arms while watching me for a reaction but I give no such thing.

"I thought this integration thing would be a lot easier, but you're good." She says and chuckles a bit " you spotted me. Just like that!" She says as she steps closer and I keep my eyes trained on her "its impressive really!" She says and I keep staring at her and we stay like this for a couple long moments before she goes to step closer "so what now? You chop me and my family up and eat us?" I ask and she pauses and I see a look of pure amusement light up her face "Im sorry,,, what?" She asks before laughing "no silly! We come to an agreement where I study your family for... hm... a month? Or so? And then I return your true mother and we continue on with our lives" she says and I freeze "no." I practically shout and she stays still and the amusement disappears from her face.

"I mean," I pause and close the car door, clearing my throat "I meant to say..." I take a deep breath and wipe my tears away and look at her properly, she stays still. "If you stay, like, permanently- or at least until my sister moves away I won't say a word to anyone. Just keep,,, her,,, away." I say and the creature infront of me starts to nod slowly "Okay..." she says and steps closer, I look away as the colour returns to her and she goes to put her hand on my shoulder, "I think, I understand" she says as her cold hand gently takes my shoulder and slowly leads me into a hug. I take a deep breath and try not to cry, "It's okay now" she says as she gently squeezes me more into the hug and I feel my body uncontrollably break down in her arms.

The end! Thanks for reading I know it was long and probably really rough but it felt good to write so at least one person enjoyed it :)

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