Draven

I was combing my hair in my room,staring at the ceiling in uttermost quietness. (I wish can touch the star) I thought while fixing my hair. I’m Draven, a nineteen years old who has been in this basement for how long I could remember. I wish ..but are there people like me out there? I would ask mom and dad... I sat up rearranging my bed for the tenth time today. My stomach as been singing for me and I stink ,I need to shower “Draven “ ughh my mom, why is she calling now,I need to clean up, I’m not answering her till I’m clean “Draven!!” Oh my God! My is she shouting my name like that? “What?” I shouted back picking up my dirty socks and tossing them to a corner “ food is ready” not now..I want to clean up,”but mom I..” my stomach..damn it! “I’m coming” I picked up my blue dress putting it on,maybe I won’t bath today. Third day. We all sat in silence,the only thing you can hear was the utensils kissing the plates, they barley talk to each other, I looked at my left and stared at the shining lamp and I remembered something,something bright “Draven eat!” My mom’s voice brought me back to reality, I faced my porridge potatoe,I really love it. “ you always cook my favorite “ “I’m your mom,who else will” I laughed “Well I don’t know anyone apart from you and dad” I looked at my dad as he was still eating,my mom smiled and continued eating. I’ve always wondered why I can’t go out but my mom and dad do,anytime I ask they skip the question and ignore me and I’m 19 already..well my mom told me I’m nineteen. “So Draven “ my dad called while chewing his potato “Yes dad” “Have you learnt to spell your name now? Your favorite color? Or count numbers?” “Ishmael don’t ask her-“ my mom was cut off by my dad,he looked at me “Well I-I I mean my favorite color is blue and I can count from one to fifty now...but..” “But what?” He asked and I didn’t respond,I look at my dirty dress “Draven spell you name” he shouted and I gasped “Dr....” I looked at my mom and she nodded,I looked up at my dad again “Dravan” before i knew it the whole table was on the floor “Look at you” my dad shouted and I moved backwards “you can’t even spell your name” “Ishmael she-“ my mom was stopped again “ not now Ruth,look at her,she’s nineteen and she can’t spell her name,she can’t count up to hundred,she can’t even pronounce blue...I am so ashamed of her..what will I tell them huh? Beautiful for nothing,you smell and stink of dead rodent,I lost my appetite when I saw you” he spat “ but dad I-“ he pointed at me shaking his head “ don’t you dare call me that okay, I can’t have a daughter like you,you make me ashamed of myself,I can’t believe the sperm that won in your mother’s womb was you” tears were welling up in my eyes “Ishmael don’t say that,I won’t take nonsense “ my mom faced him “ like mother like daughter..pfft” he hissed and walked upstairs still uttering words. My mom looked at me and her face softened “Draven I’m sorry for that” I let the tears out,I was crying “What did I do to deserve that mom,he don’t just like me,I’ve done everything to make him happy” “It’s okay darling,come here” she pulled me into a warm hug “ I guess he will change with time dear” “He has been like this since I was thirteen,what do I do” “ shhh darling,talk no more..I’m sorry for that, I’m so sorry” “I hate him” “ he is you dad,don’t hate him,he is only trying to protect you and make sure you are coping and good, he loves you” “But he said he is ashamed of me” “ I know,give him time to adjust,learn your name spelling okay? Learn it and also learn your numbers,with that he’ll be happy and one day he’ll surprise you” “ are you sure?” “Yes dear,I am very sure” she patted my back “ now go down there and take a clean bath,you really smell like a dead rodent” she laughed and I giggled “ well I was about to do that,but I need to clean this mess first” I said pointing at the table “ ahhh,don’t worry,I’ll do that, now go” she held her nose...I laughed and ran down stairs.