family troubles and a way out?

I sit in the principal's office, the principal, Mrs Johnson...or as we call her, "Mrs bitch"...is sitting across from me, her desk filled with papers and an old half broken laptop that everyone can't help but call "junk" behind her back....

Apparently...my punch was so strong, it sent "queen bee" to the freaking hospital....

I don't even know how! I was never that strong, at least...that I know of... I never fuckIng trained other than the few lessons when i was six by my dad for boxing! And even then! It was playing! How the fuck can a left hook or...was it right?.. Well, either way, how could a fragile girl like me, barely 56 kilos like me even be able to hurt her!

My thoughts are interrupted when my mother walks in, business suit on, make up bland as always....seems like she just got out of a trial.... I just hope she isn't mad

"Greetings, principal Johnson I was called for....an incident...concerning my daughter?"

"Yes, miss Smith, you'll need to sit down for thus one" Mrs Johnson says in that annoying condescending tone of hers

My mother sits down next to me, eyes sharp as any lawyer's trying to discern the situation

"Miss Smith, we're called here because your daughter... Hope...well...she punched a student in the face....the girl in question was sent to the hospital for a serious concussion, apparently...."

I cringe slightly remembering the sound of Jessica's nose breaking...reminding me of the sound I heard in my dreams when...well...when my bones were broken...but I shouldn't linger on that thought, quickly shaking myself out of it, I notice my mother's glare....

"Explain yourself young lady!" she says, her voice one to send chills down even Mrs Johnson's spine,

But I don't flinch, I've been eaten alive too many times, both tempted by the most beautiful and haunting and even demonic voices by those...things....back then when I was young, I thought that no part of that torture would ever be beneficial...guess it is now, I look my mother in the eye in a way that shows my none existent guilt

"I did, and I'm proud of it, you taught not to lie, that girl has done was worse to me than I've done to her..."

My mother doesn't seem surprised, I've faced her like this since I was fucking eleven, this kind of resistance to fear kind of rubs of on you...at least....when you're like me...

"Well either way, you will be getting a suspension for a week" Mrs Johnson pipes up, uncomfortable with our silent glares and after that practically kicks us out

As we walk to the car, my mother look at me half disappointed half angry, but there's an ounce of respect under that gaze, my mother knows when I'm lying better than anyone and when I told her the girl deserved it... I'm guessing she believed it...

The car drive back home is silent as ever, but once we get home?...well....

"What were you thinking?!? Hitting another girl in the face?!? I didn't raise you like this young lady!!"

"mom, look-" I didn't get to finish...my mom spents the next hour scolding me....my mom has a way with words...she twists every argument I try to make against me...

"god-damn it!" I yell finally going to my room, done with this and slamming the door, of course my mom tries to open the door while yelling the usual petty arguments like who do I think I am to slam doors in her house and other stuff....but the door is locked, even if she tried to open the door or break it down…well...she can't...sadly for her

I lie on my side to my bed, looking at my hands...

my nails were slightly red....even a hint of blue as well... I hadn't painted them...how it the world are they painted?!....well.... I'm too tired to think...why should I care right now... I'll figure out the whole creepy painted nails thing in the morning...

I decide fall asleep, fully knowing I won't even get a good night's rest, but I don't care.... I'm tired...those things, despite always eating me...at least listen...even when caught, if I start to speak...they listen...once I'm done...well...they give a glance that tells me all i need know about their opinion and then eat me alive....even if it hurts....even if I half hate them....they've been with me my entire life...they're the only things that actually listen and understand....

I close my eyes....fully ready to fight back once more

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hi! author here, not sure when I'll update considering tomorrow is the first day if school and all, anyway, next chapter will be a little...graphic....if you know what I mean...but...hope you like the story so far!

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