16 February 2013
"Meira, come back, you're going to get in so much trouble, and so will I if you get back home covered in cuts because you fell out of a tree!" I could hear my brothers shouts but didn't listen, he didn't really care about me, he just didn't want to get in trouble. No one really cared about me, I was just the weird little emo girl at school and the silent good for nothing at home. The only reason mum didn't want me getting cuts was because it might look suspicious.
I suddenly got the urge to run away, I could see my brother now but he couldn't see me. I could also see a branch thick enough that i could climb along it and long enough that i could jump into the next tree. I only had one shot. I ran, jumped... and fell through the branches getting covered in scratches and cuts.
"Meira, what the hell, I told you. We are in so much trouble, you know mum will make those cuts worse." He said, thing is though he's probably right. I looked down to see how bad they were at the moment, my jeans were ripped in several places, my favorite top (Black with a panda on it, I'm obsessed with pandas) was also ripped but the worst thing was the blood it drenched my jeans and my top and I could feel it dripping down my face. I was so dead. "Carl, Meira where are you?" I heard my mother shout from the car.
"Here mum!" Carl shouted. "Come on Meira" He said to me.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming" I muttered, mum coming into view.
"Oh, there you are." She stopped dead staring at me. "Meira, why are you covered in blood."She said, looking like she didn't quite believe that I would dare to get cuts, the day before school.
"She fell out of a tree mum. I told her not to, but she wouldn't listen."
"Meira what are people going to say." Mum stopped, took a deep breath and forced a smiled. "We'll talk about this when we get home, get in the car."
"Yes, mum." I said while Carl got in.
We got home and my mum told Carl to get dad then go outside and play with friends, Carl being the perfect son he is, he did just that, except he didn't go to his friend's house, he sat underneath the front room window. I figured he wasn't doing much harm so I didn't snitch, although I could have. My parents shouted at me for at least half an hour and my mother did make some of the cuts worse, although not touching the ones on my face.
When they had finished, or given up, they told me to go wash up, I ran to the bathroom and locked the door. Turning so my back was against the door I slid down it, hugged my knees and prayed that the cuts would go away soon, along with my family and school.
I sat like that awhile, then dried my eyes, stood up and went to the sink. I looked in the mirror but my face had so much blood on it that i couldn't see where the cuts were or how long they were. I washed my face carful not to get soap in my wounds, then washed the cuts with just water, it stung but had to be done. I looked in the mirror again and winced, I had a long cut going down the left side of my face, going from my forehead through the smooth skin between my eye and my ear and finished just before my chin. I looked down again and decided that it would be easier to have a shower and it would probably hurt less any way. After my shower, during which I found out that the cuts on my body wouldn't have been that bad if my mother didn't go over them over and over with her penknife, I wrapped a towel around myself and ran to my room, locked the door, dried myself off, put on my P.J's (Dark purple with pandas on them) and cried myself to to sleep
Nobody Cares - Chapter 1 • Opuss № I