Eyes Open
Natalie
After walking back from a dreadful
day at school, I ran up the stairs and lock the door to my room.
Soon my usual daily routine began; tumblr, tumblr, music, witty,
tumblr, music, food, tumblr, sleep. But today was different,
today I was going to videochat my best friend from my original
school, Joni.
"Hey, Nat! How's it been?" Joni's round, pale
face and glittering blue eyes came on screen but I heard giggles
behind her.
"I'm fine Joni. Um, Joni? Who's in the
background?"
Joni left the screen and after about 10 minutes, she cameback on,
i still heard giggles and whispers. I could have sworn I heard
"freak" but who knows. "I'm great! Listen Nat,
I'll talk to you later, maybe tomorrow, okay?"
"Oka--" the screen went black and I was left alone in
the room. That was the last I ever heard from my best
friend.
I dug my face into my pillow and sobbed until I slowly feel
asleep.
...
Knock knock knock "Nat? Its time for dinner."
I woke up to my mom's voice and dragged myself out of
bed.
I trudged through the apartment like it was a muddy swamp to the
table. My mom looked at me worried,"Honey, what's wrong?
You look dreadful."
I sat down and began to eat slowly,"Nothing. Just tired
that's all. I fell asleep."
She kept her eyes on me. Heck, she was a therapist, nothing can
get passed her,"So the chat with Joni went well?"
A tear fell into my food and I got up from the table.
My mom watched me with a dejected look as I stumbled off knocking
over a pile of papers on the counter. I crouched down to pick
them up. "Are these made from the psychos at work?"
My mom knelt down to help me,"They aren't psychos,
Natalie. They are children who were abused by the people that are
suppose to love them. Look," she'll up a drawing of
house, and a little blob with a speech bubble saying 'I love
you, mommy.' and then the big blob held up a knife and said
'I'm going to cut you to peices.'. Immediately I had
a pit in my stomach,"This child, Emma, was abused by her
mother. She use to cut her with a razor blade."
I looked through another drawing. One of a tiny baby surrounded
by a giant purple mass of scribbles,"What happened to this
one?"
My mom sighed,"Margret, was locked in the basement for six
years and was malnourished. No one in the neighborhood even knew
she existed until a relative called the police."
I gave back all the drawings got up and began for the
stairs.
"You know, you should come to work with me one day to
volunteer. Lots of good people and friends and a lot of
stories."
I said nothing and walked upstairs to finished my routine.
***
Hmm I'm actually getting into this.
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