Chapter 9
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So none of that happened was a dream?
Now I have to follow through with all of this s**t?
Well let us see what is going to see through this stream,
And go through another ton of bull s**t.
God, that freaky dream I had last night, has been in my head all morning. Like, it really genuinely felt so real but then again if I think about it now there is no way it sounds logical in any situation. But yet, I still thinking about it as I am getting ready for school. I shrugged it off and started to head to the closet; I picked out a hoodie and a pair of blue skinny jeans. After that, I headed downstairs to go and see what I was going to be waking up to this morning.
And as I walked into the kitchen, I felt the tension and quiet and that was when I quickly realized that my father was nowhere to be found. What did I expect? Both parents to be sitting down at the table saying good morning at me while smiling? Maybe in my dreams but that was far from reality. So with that very depressing start of the day mindset, I sat down at the dining table and just waited for my mother to start serving me breakfast.
While I waited I debated back and forth in my head on whether or not I should ask her about dad since I am pretty sure that it wasn't the brightest idea to piss her off when she was already in a bad mood. Then I thought that today was already began on a sour note for me that I decided to f**k it and just ask her;
"Mom, where is dad? Isn't he suppose to go to work in like 15 minutes?" I said to her, and as I asked that she sighed before replying with a;
"I don't know." What was that response?
"What do you mean don't know?" I asked back this time.
"I mean that he never came home last night," she replied to me this time with annoyance and anger in his voice. Yea, no s**t mom. Because you are a psycho and trying to drive people out of your life and destroying this family. But I didn't say that out loud, I never could. I have held in everything that I have been feeling for the past 8 years by repressing it and right now I don't know what is going to happen.
While I was thinking that, my mom placed my breakfast on the table. It was avocado toast with scrambled eggs aka the only breakfast that my mom knew how to make. Also, it was the breakfast I have eaten one too many times. But I ate it regardless because beggars can't be choosers. After I was done with breakfast I went back upstairs to the bathroom to brush my teeth again.
"Have everything?" my mom asked me as I strapped my bag onto my back. I nodded in response.
"I am not going to be bringing you any of your s**t if you forget anything. Got it?" she said to me and I rolled my eyes and said;
"Yes, I know." Then after that, I walked out of the house, not waiting for what she had to say next and waited at the passenger side of the car. I really wasn't feeling it today, and my mom really was getting on my nerves.
The entire car ride was filled with silence, both of us didn't speak a word to each other at all. Which was understandable since we both had somethings on our mind. When we finally got to school, she started talking;
"Wanna go over our rules?" she asked me. She can never seem to catch a break, can she?
"Nope, I don't feel like it," I said to her hoping that she would leave me alone for today.
"Of course you aren't feeling it. Your attitude today just screams brat today," she said to me. Is she really serious right now?
"What is that suppose to mean mom?" I said back to her as I felt my anger rising up in me.
"I didn't want to say anything this morning because I wasn't in the mood but you really need to change up your attitude," she said to me, and that was when I decided that I am not going to take her bullshit.
"Alright then, what about you? Are you not going to address the elephant in the room? The fact, that you drove dad out of the house after the fight last night?" I said to her, and she was stunned for a second but kept her composure than she said;
"That is none of your business. Also, watch your tone Benjamin, that is no way to speak to your mother," she said to me as she glared at me.
"I don't give a flying f**k!" I screamed back at her before I opened the passenger door and slammed the door shut before walking away. As I was walking I just realized what I did. I just snapped at my f*****g mother. Didn't know that it was possible but to be honest, but it happened and now I regret it.
I quickly ran to the bathroom on the other end of the ground floor and locked myself in a bathroom stall and I had a breakdown. Both physically and mentally if I might add and it wasn't pretty at all.
While I may not be a stranger to having breakdowns alongside my crippling depression, this was the first time that all of this happened on school grounds. And for that, I have officially hit a new low because it meant that I have lost control of myself and that was never good to have because then people were going to find out and I can't have people finding out this about me. They will think that I am some kind of freak and ultimately I am going to be locked up in some asylum.
So after crying my eyes out for a while, I was finally done and I walked out of the stall and headed for the sink to groom myself up before going back out. So I splashed some water onto my face to wash off some of the puffiness and red-eye. And as I was done with that, I was wiping my face with some paper towels but as I was doing that I heard a voice coming from behind me saying;
"Boy you got some issues." and that spooked me out because I was the only one in this bathroom so I turned over quickly to see who it was and I saw one of the girls from my dream.
"What! It wasn't a dream?" I said my thought out loud.
"What made you think you were in a dream?" she said back to me while looking very confused.
"I mean I woke up right after I fell didn't I?" I said to her. But she looked at me like I didn't make sense at all.
"There is something called teleportation?" she said to me like it was something obvious.
Ahh! This day is really not getting any better, is it? So I just rushed out of the bathroom as quickly as I can without giving a second thought.
- Writer
