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Falling . 1

 

RITA  POV 

 

 

" Get your ass up. Rita!  Before I make you" ! I hear Jason Screaming from down stairs.  

 

I nearly jumped out of my skin. His cold voice send shivered down my spine. 

My heart was beating so fast.

 

  ‘ Does he get payed doing this, seriously? He almost gave me a fucking heart Attack’

 

It sounded more like a threat.  ‘ What the hell, am I saying. IT WAS!’ 

 

I took a big breath and slowly let it out, trying to calm down my beating heart.

That’s how Jason (my Dad) wakes me up every morning for school.

 

I yawn while rubbing my eyes with my hands. The sun shined through my window, making my room glow.

 

 

 I closed   my eye for a while. Once my eyes seem fairly adjust, to the brightness I opened, slowly and than set up on my bed. I looked around till I found my phone; it was on my bed table. I grabbed it and glance at the screen to look at the time.  

 

‘ 6:00. Great ‘! 

 

I haven't slept for about two weeks now.  

 

‘ I mean how can I? ‘ 

 

Letting out a big sigh, I flew the covers off me and carefully tried getting out of bed.  The pain hit again. It was unbearable; I bitt  my lips to stop myself from screaming out in pain. I touched my stomach a little and it ached. I let out a small sob. Just when I thought it was over, I groan and  put my hands on my head, hoping it will stop my migraine that had just started. When the pain settled down a little, I tried standing up.

 

My body felt like,I had so much weight on me. I couldn’t even stand up straight. It hurts operating a single piece of my muscle. When I could stand, I started making my way slowly to my closet to get my clothes, to wear for school. I picked out the first thing that I grabbed my hand on. I took out a purple T-shirt

 

“It was big on me but it will do’  

 

Black skinny jean, shoes, underwear, bra, warm jacket and a towel.

I got out of my room and saunter into the bathroom, carefully securing the door behind me. 

 

I stopped to stare at my reflection in the mirror. Damn I looked so messed up! 

My hair was tied up in a messy bun, my eyes looked so red from crying myself to sleep. It looked like it was going to explode. I slowly pull my shirt up and looked at my stomach. I can feel my eyes widen 

 

‘ Shock........... No the word was Horrified ! ‘ 

 

 It was still purple and looked worst than it was about two days ago. Now it was the size of a soccer ball. I touched it a little again and started crying; quietly because the pain hurt so badly.  

 

 

‘ I look like one of those people in scary movie’s. You know the ones that are frightening and terrifying. The ones that are creepy. The one’s that make your blood boil in fear and makes you, NOT sleep for week's or so’ 

 

 

I started stripping down my clothes slowly, biting my lips to take the pain.  My whole body had bruises all over it, I felt so weak. Small blood started dripping down from my lips, I guess I bitten it, way too hard. I wash my mouth and then brushed my teeth. After I finish I looked at my self again in the mirror.

I don’t even recollect the last time I smiled. Oh wait yes I do.

‘When I was two year old ‘! 

 

 

 

I looked a bit thin now, I don't even recollect the last time I had put anything in my mouth. Looking away from the mirror and step into the shower, turn the water on. The hot water hit my body relaxing the pain and me.

 

 

" RITA! " Jason voice roared raging from his room. I froze, conscious that I had been in the shower, way too long.

I quickly finish washing up and got out of the shower.  Getting dress took me a while but I did it! 

 

I glance at  myself mirror, one last time before I left. I started at the girl that was looking right back at me. It kind of give me me the creep’s.  I sighed.   My hair was still messy, well I didn’t care or felt like brushing it ..

  

‘ Like I had the strength, too anyways ‘

 

So I just tied it up again in a messy bun, my eyes were a bit red now, so that was good, in a way.

 

I got out of the bathroom and started making my way to the Direction of my room. My room was miniature for a sixteen year old. Well this had been my room ever since, I was a baby and now it still was. The wall was light orange, my mother made this room for me, so it reminded me a little about her.

 

There was nothing appealing about the room really; My bed was on the left hand side, my desk was next to the window. UMMMM.

Yeah it was a cute room. If your....... twelve. 

 

 

 

 

I grabbed my homework what was on the desk, which I did the night before and shelved it in my bag, not caring if it get ruined or not. I was just about to, walk out than I remember that I didn’t have my and songbook. It was kind of like a diary.

 

 ‘ You know, how people write about what happen in their life, feelings and stuff. well its like that ,but I write songs instead. Call me lame  if you want’ ..

 

I’ve been writing songs, ever since I was five, when my mum died. It’s like my life died too and all my happiness along with it. Music  was; and is the only thing that makes me happy in life. It keep me going through my sorrowful and Tragic life. 

 

 I can reminisce it all happening,

 

 The fire.

 

 Crying

 

Screaming for help

 

I just wish.. I-I... I was the one that died instead of her. I was two. When she was gone. I don’t know how I can reminisce it all that but I do. The memory still haunts me every now and than.

 

I can feel tears’ making it’s  way to my Cheeks.  ‘ Gosh’ I didn’t even know I was crying.

I miss her so much. She should have been here. With me. Not underneath the earth, with dusted and soil covering her. Then maybe my life. Would have been okay. 

I exhale and wiped, my tears away with my sleeve. 

 

 

 

I got my songbook and put it in my bag, because I never leave anywhere with out it. Than I got my phone and put it in my pocket. Walking out my room, I made  my way down stairs into the kitchen.

 

Jason wasn’t in the kitchen yet. A rain of relived pulled  all over me.

 

 I went to the cupboard getting out eggs and bread and than bacon from the fridge to started making his breakfast. By the time the eggs and bacon were finish I made toast and tea, than prepared the table.  After I was done I went on to making food for his work.

 

Jason came down stairs about three minutes later. Approaching into the kitchen, looking at me with repugnance

 

 “ Where the fuck is my breakfast “!  He demanded. 

 

I can feel my hands shaking from the tone of his utterance, trying to answer his question but nothing came out. My Body was shaking with fear, so instead I just pointed at the table. Avoiding his eye contact.

 

 ‘ I remember the last time I looked at him in the eyes’

 

Jason than turn away from me and went to set down to eat his breakfast. 

 

I stood there with my head down the whole time when he was eating. No one spoke, I was scared half to death.  

 

Jason finish eating his breakfast, not saying a word. He stood up.  I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t move or even dare try.  I just stood there like a statue, watching him.

 

He then walked towards me, his eyes were bulgy with anger, I was screaming inside not knowing what I did wrong

 

”You burnt my fucking eggs, you know I hate burnt eggs!”

 

He lifted his hands and in a spilt second my face was burning, I could feel my body started to tingle, my legs were aching, I felt paralyzed, finally he walked off laughing,

 

”Don’t ever burn my eggs again”. 

I didn’t cry but just touched my face. 

 

 ‘ He hated me. Don’t know why but he just does! ’

 

I never cried in front of anyone, no matter how much the pain hurts. I say it sign of weakness, even when my mother died.

 

‘How I missed her ‘. 

 

 

  

My mum was one of this people, that can makes anyone feel happy, I didn’t really remember her much, but I remember little things.

My mother all ways use to say “ No matter how bad, no matter how much someone hurts you, you just have to smile through it all, knowing and believing that one day it will all get better “ 

 

You might be wondering why would my own biology father. Treating me like this. Like some kind of animal. My own fucking father!! 

 

 I hate him so much. I all way wish that I could die and be with my mum. To see her smiling face, telling me ever thing was going to be okay.

 

I let out a sighed, and took out a string of my hair what was, falling on my face. It just pissed me off. ‘ Well ever thing piss me off and just get in to my nervous!’ 

 

C O M I N G S O O N

 

A new and edited version of ' FALLING ' well be coming soon. 

 

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Publication Date: 06-06-2014

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Dedication:
Mysterious And Appearance