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Welcome To My Life Part Six
By:Brianna Jaynes
I started relaxing for once in days and it felt pretty good to feel somewhat okay. Well, any of those good feelings I had left me when Wayne trampled down the stairs. He had an angry face on again. I scarcastically whispered “oh no” as he put his hands on his hips like the gay fag he is. Wayne came over and shut off the TV grabbed the controller right out of my hands and said, “To your room, Right now!” I ignored him and just sat there with my sights set on the blackened screen of a TV. Wayne smacked my hand and screamed, “Now Eric!” I stood up and said, “Hey anger management you have no right to send me to bed. You fag!”
“What did you call me?” He said back.
“You know what I said and you know what you are.” I said back.
“I’m going to have a talk with your Sherri about this. No damn kid is going to call me fag. I don’t’ care if you’re my girlfriend’s son you have no right to speak to me like that.” He replied.
“Or do I?” I laughed for once.
I walked up the stairs to my room before Wayne could even come up with something to say back. I was already going to have enough to put up with soon so I wasn’t going to deal with this goofy guy named Wayne. I walked into my room and plopped myself down on my bed.
Only one thing I could do, but I need a lighter to do it. I opened the small drawer under my bed. Inside was at least 50 lighters, most empty. I pulled out one and checked to see if there was any juice in it. A flame came up, it had some left. I pressed it onto my skin until it left a mark. I let out a breath of air to try and sooth the pain. Destroying myself made me feel like the pain in my arms was worse then the pain in my life. I turned it on again and burnt a mark in my white skin next to it. Now I was tearing up trying to take the pain. I lit the lighter one more time and slid it in a curve under the two marks. The curve made out to look like a frown. I went back over the mark with the lighter again to make the mark darker. My wrist now was felt like it was on fire. I slammed it against the wall. The wall didn’t do any damage but made the burns worsen. I clenched my wrist with my right hand and let my fingernails dig into my wrist until the pain lightened. Finally when I let go of my wrist I could see a frowning face made from burns and marks from my finger nails. I blew on it a couple times to ease the pain.
Now I was bored again until I saw a paper slide under my bedroom door. I got up from my bed and picked it up. The paper read, “Eric Are you going to jail?” From Tyler. I crumpled it up and aimed for the wastebasket. When I through the paper it only hit the rim and bounced off the side onto the floor.
Suddenly, someone knocked on my door and I yelled, “Who is it?” Brooke opened the door to a crack and peeked inside. I rolled my eyes, “What do you want now?” She came into my room and stood next to my bed, where I was laying. I looked up at her with evil in my eyes. Right now, strangling her sounded like a good idea. She bent down and hugged me. I was staring at her as she kept her arms around me with a face of shear disturbment. She always knew I hated hugs when things were bad, the only people I wanted hugs from were my girlfriends. I pushed her off me and said, “What do you think your doing. I’m not huggable.” She pursed her lips in disbelief and said, everybody needs a hug whether they say it or not.” Then she stuck out her tongue at me. I looked at her funny and turned to my side saying, “Well not me so get out of my room.” Brooke then asked, “Why can’t you be a nice big brother and tell me what happened. I promise I won’t tell mom you told me.” I stayed there silently for a second. I then said, “Maybe later Brooke, Just not right now.” Brooke came over to the side I was turned on and looked at me. She stood a couple feet back so I couldn’t hit her, “I’ll leave if you give me that bag of cheezitz under your bed.” She stated. I rolled my eyes and said okay. Then she licked her lips, “What about that granola bar?” I rolled my eyes again and said fine. She then came over again with food in her hands, “Can I have those chips on your nightstand?” She asked. I finally just yelled, “Get out!” and let out a breath of air. She yelled “fine.” Back picking up the trail of MnM’s on her way out. I couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of her being such a food digger.
At about 1:00 am I heard another knock at my door. I just waited for the person to come in figuring it was my mom. A fat woman walked in. I was right, it was my mom. My mom walked in without asking, the look on her face was so horrible I had wished that she was wearing a mask. She sat down on one side of my bed and I watched as it went down lower and lower and she pressed all her weight onto that poor bed. I put my hand behind my back so she wouldn’t see the intentional burns. She just said, “Go to sleep you have court tomorrow. Eric I can’t handle you and you need to get over this faise because I’m not going to deal with it from you or any other of your siblings. Speaking of your siblings I mean look at them, they are taking this so well with Wayne being with us. They’re trying to be a family but you’re ruining it. Just stop. I’m not letting go of Wayne because you’re having a life crisis.” I turned on my side again not wanting to look at her face. She should be grateful she has kids. Her boyfriends shouldn’t be the only thing she cares about. And maybe if she wasn’t so fat she’d be able to get a half-way decent boyfriend. My mom turned me back over on her side and “wham.” She slapped me across the face. She told me to look at her when she was talking. I was trying to hold back the tears about to stream down my face. She stood up and left the room. Then there they came, the tears. I couldn’t keep them from coming even though I kept saying to me, “Guys don’t cry.” The tears felt like there were so many I’d drown in them but I wouldn’t. If anyone decided to do that to me again I swear I’d kill myself.
I started relaxing for once in days and it felt pretty good to feel somewhat okay. Well, any of those good feelings I had left me when Wayne trampled down the stairs. He had an angry face on again. I whispered “oh no” as I put his hands on his hips like the gay fag he is. Wayne came over and shut off the TV grabbed the controller right out of my hands and said, “To your room, Right now!” I ignored him and just sat there with my sights set on the blackened screen of a TV. Wayne smacked my hand and screamed, “Now Eric!” I stood up and said, “Hey anger management you have no right to send me to bed. You fag!”
“What did you call me?” He said back.
“You know what I said and you know what you are.” I said back.
“I’m going to have a talk with your Sherri about this. No damn kid is going to call me fag. I don’t’ care if you’re my girlfriend’s son you have no right to speak to me like that.” He replied.
“Or do I?” I laughed for once.
I walked up the stairs to my room before Wayne could even come up with something to say back. I was already going to have enough to put up with soon so I wasn’t going to deal with this goofy guy named Wayne. I walked into my room and plopped myself down on my bed.
Only one thing I could do, but I need a lighter to do it. I opened the small drawer under my bed. Inside was at least 50 lighters, most empty. I pulled out one and checked to see if there was any juice in it. A flame came up, it had some left. I pressed it onto my skin until it left a mark. I let out a breath of air to try and sooth the pain. Destroying myself made me feel like the pain in my arms was worse then the pain in my life. I turned it on again and burnt a mark in my white skin next to it. Now I was tearing up trying to take the pain. I lit the lighter one more time and slid it in a curve under the two marks. The curve made out to look like a frown. I went back over the mark with the lighter again to make the mark darker. My wrist now was felt like it was on fire. I slammed it against the wall. The wall didn’t do any damage but made the burns worsen. I clenched my wrist with my right hand and let my fingernails dig into my wrist until the pain lightened. Finally when I let go of my wrist I could see a frowning face made from burns and marks from my finger nails. I blew on it a couple times to ease the pain.
Now I was bored again until I saw a paper slide under my bedroom door. I got up from my bed and picked it up. The paper read, “Eric Are you going to jail?” From Tyler. I crumpled it up and aimed for the wastebasket. When I through the paper it only hit the rim and bounced off the side onto the floor.
Suddenly, someone knocked on my door and I yelled, “Who is it?” Brooke opened the door to a crack and peeked inside. I rolled my eyes, “What do you want now?” She came into my room and stood next to my bed, where I was laying. I looked up at her with evil in my eyes. Right now, strangling her sounded like a good idea. She bent down and hugged me. I was staring at her as she kept her arms around me with a face of shear disturbment. She always knew I hate hugs when things were bad, the only people I wanted hugs from were my girlfriends. I pushed her off me and said, “What do you think your doing. I’m not huggable.” She pursed her lips in disbelief and said, everybody needs a hug whether they say it or not.” The she stuck out her tongue at me. I looked at her funny and turned to my side saying, “Well not me so get out of my room.” Brooke then asked, “Why can’t you be a nice big brother and tell me what happened. I promise I won’t tell mom you told me.” I stayed there silently for a second. I then said, “Maybe later Brooke, Just not right now.” Brooke came over to the side I was turned on and looked at me. She stood a couple feet back so I couldn’t hit her, “I’ll leave if you give me that bag of cheezitz under your bed.” She stated. I rolled my eyes and said okay. Then she licked her lips, “What about that granola bar?” I rolled my eyes again and said fine. She then came over again with food in her hands, “Can I have those chips on your nightstand?” She asked. I finally just yelled, “Get out!” and let out a breath of air. She yelled “fine.” Back picking up the trail of MnM’s on her way out. I couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of her being such a gold digger.
At about 1:00 am I heard another knock at my door. I just waited for the person to come in figuring it was my mom. A fat woman walked in. I was right, it was my mom. My mom walked in without asking, the look on her face was so horrible I had wished that she was wearing a mask. She sat down on one side of my bed and I watched as it went down lower and lower and she pressed all her weight onto that poor bed. I put my hand behind my back so she wouldn’t see the intentional burns. She just said, “Go to sleep you have court tomorrow. Eric I can’t handle you and you need to get over this faze because I’m not going to deal with it from you or any other of your siblings. Speaking of your siblings I mean look at them, they are taking this so well with Wayne being with us. They’re trying to be a family but you’re ruining it. Just stop. I’m not letting go of Wayne because you’re having a life crisis.” I turned on my side again not wanting to look at her face. She should be grateful she has kids. Her boyfriends shouldn’t be the only thing she cares about. And maybe if she wasn’t so fat she’d be able to get a half-way decent boyfriend. My mom turned me back over on her side and “wham.” She slapped me across the face. She told me to look at her when she was talking. I was trying to hold back the tears about to stream down my face. She stood up and left the room. Then there they came, the tears. I couldn’t keep them from coming even though I kept saying to me, “Guys don’t cry.” The tears felt like there were so many I’d drown in them but I wouldn’t. If anyone decided to do that to me again I swear I’d kill myself.
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