My Mother always told me that love would always end badly. Maybe because my Dad left as soon as he found out she was pregnant with me.
I've always had an interest with tarantulas. Probably 'cause they're just like me. Misunderstood.
I sigh and watch the passing cars outside. I want to go outside but I'm too afraid. I haven't used my vocal cords in 2 years. It's not because I'm mute or anything, I just choose not to. Especially about the incident last year, I haven't been to school since. I have noticed that I've been talking a little more though.
Mother told me that I have to go to school next week or else she would lock me in the basement again. It's dark and dusty in there, the worst place on earth for me, worst than school.
Maybe I should just... close my eyes... all my problems would go... away... Or so I thought.
I woke up with the worst stomach ache in my life. I walk to the kitchen for some food. I hear my Mother walk up behind me but I couldn't care less. "Why don't you ever do anything around the house? You dont even go to school! All you do is lounge around in your room and play video games!"
Huh? Oh yeah, shes here. "Sorry Mom." I hold back tears as I chew my food
"Atleast be of some use. Wasting my rations..." She says as she walks off
I go back upstairs and sleep some more.