Page 11 of Heal Me

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"I'm coming," I shout and try to find my clothes, I hate being woken up.

But the knocking on the door doesn’t stop.

"I swear by your mother, if you don't stop knocking on the door right now, I'll tear your fucking hands off and shove them up your ass," I finally find my clothes and go to the door.

Well, what kind of day is this. I try to roll my eyes inconspicuously, but I can't seem to do it.

"I hope my hands will still stay in place."

"Mom."

"Ami."

"I'm not," I raise my head and pray that this day doesn’t become even worse. "I thought it was the neighbours."

"If you answer everyone like that, I'm not surprised that you don't have any friends."

Mom goes inside, and I don't know where to go. Where to hide. Where to put my hands.

"I have friends," I snapped.

"And how many? " she puts her hands on her hips and I feel myself slowly falling to the ground.

"Four," I confidently answer, as if this is exactly the thing I should be proud of.

"Your brother doesn't count."

"Then three, what's the difference." I go to my desk and lean on it.

Mom looks around the room, pretending to see it all for the first time. Like she wasn't here last month, and the month before, and... Eh, never mind.

"Sebastian said you don’t attend classes ," her voice lowers. I know she is angry.

"Bastard," I say quietly.

"What? Amelia, how many times do I have to repeat to you, watch your tongue."

Then I didn't really listen to my mom because I picked up the phone.

Me:I hope you're still alive and will give me the pleasure of strangling you with my own hands.

Sebastian:Tell mummy hi, Ami.

Asshole.

"Amelia, are you listening to me?" A little louder than mom always speaks.

She seems fed up with the whole situation. But to be honest, I kind of don't care. I stopped existing in this world a long time ago. Only my body lives, but my soul has left the boundaries of this world. I disappeared and dissolved among a thousand bright stars that beckoned to me from the first day.

"Yes, mom," I yawn.

"If you continue to skip lessons, then don't count on my money anymore."

Wow, I have never heard such a tone from my mother, she was really disgusted by this situation. But I wouldn't be me if I didn't answer:

"Okay," I say without any emotions.

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