OUCH!
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10:30 pm.
Camila's POV
That's when I reached home after my shift at Lilly's Diner. It was a long day. Its exhausting but on the other hand its not like I have an option.
The bills are crazily increasing day by day and salt on top of my wounds are my school expenses.
But the good news...? I don't have to stay at my house for more than 8 hours though some days 8 hours is too long.
I went into my room, took off my clothes and looked into the mirror standing only in my underwears. The clothes no more hiding the scars and bruises. Some deep some shallow. Some new some old. I sighed and looked away. The beatings of my father is getting worse so is his health condition due to excessive intake of alcohol.
Without wasting any more time I went into the bathroom, turned the shower to its warmest setting and slid down to the floor.
The warm shower though a little too warm calmed my nerves and my muscles whereas the pitter-patter of the shower hitting the floor calmed my mind.
Without me knowing a tear rolled down my cheek, then another and then another and it continued .
When did my life became such a mess? How did it all change so soon? Why did everyone I loved leave me? What wrong did I do? I couldnot contain it anymore. I screamed at the top of my lungs as I sobbed into the night.
"MOM! WHERE ARE YOU?"
I didn't know how long I had sat in there. But long enough for my fingers to shrink.
Deciding to step out I wrapped a towel around my body, put on my underwears and plopped down on my bed wanting nothing more than the day to just end.
I knew tomorrow all these thoughts and worries would come back on top of my new worries.
Tomorrow I have to go shopping.
What did you think I was going to go shopping with my friends to some big mall, buy branded things eat in McDonald and then drive back home.
Well time to wake up honey. The reality is much more harsh. By shopping I meant a trip to the grocery store cause the fridge is almost empty except a half eaten rotten apple. Or we would have to starve to death. Not a bad idea though.
Tomorrow I will get my salary. I have to pay some debts and then save the rest for the month's grocery and other necessities.
I closed my eyes and listed the things I have to do tomorrow and god knows when I drifted to the dreamland.
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RIIIIINNNNGGGG!
I turned off the alarm as soon as it rang and got up from the bed just to meet a red puffy eyed me looking back at me through the mirror. Remember I told you I had drifted off to dreamland? Welll I was wrong. It was more like a nightmare land which resulted in me waking up before 4:30 am.
I took a quick shower, dressed up, grabbed the last packet of granola bar from the top shelf, shoved it down my throat and headed down the road to my school.
I plugged in my earphones which I usually don't do and some random sad song started playing. However it didn't calm me like it did any other day.
Today it irritated me, it frustated me.
"UGH! Why do I have to be so depressing? Why does life have to be so sad for me? Couldn't God distribute sadness equally among all. Partiality in this too? Death is much better living life without a soul. Its like having life being dead."
And suddenly....
Maybe finally looking up at me God decided it was time as....
A loud honk of car and screech of tyres sounded and I had only a moment to look up before a car stopped just a cm away from my body.
I was terrified to the point I couldn't scream, my hands and legs shook badly and my heart tried to come out of my chest.
Ok. Never underestimate the power of God. Point understood.
It was not before long that the ringing in my ear stopped and a deep husky loud and very very angry voice yelled at me
"CAN'T YOU SEE WHERE YOU ARE GOING? YOU COULD'VE GOT YOURSELF KILLED. STUPID GIRL."
I looked to my right to see a very handsome face shouting at me leaning out from the the window of the car. It kept on babbling something but my mind was too occupied to listen. We were at the middle of the highway and I was crossing so absentmindedly that I didn't notice the traffic light turn green.
I stood at the middle of the road dumbfounded looking at his messy hair, green eyes and muscular arm that supported his whole body.
What's wrong with me today?
A crowd had gathered by now. Some watching intently, some laughing and some curious.
"NOW MOVE FROM THE ROAD AND QUIT STANDING THERE LIKE YOU OWN IT."
I was broken out of the trance by the melodic voice and jumped up as he honked his car again.
I jumped up by the loud, harsh noise and practically ran to the other side of the road.
As the Audi R8 passed I caught a last glimpse of that godly face. It was somehow familiar. But I don't know where. Maybe some movie? I mean its not impossible. Look at his face and body and obviously his car shining bright in the sunlight. He's definitely giving off that celebrity aura. Yup he must be some sort of celebrity. Maybe a model?
I shrugged, shook my head and reached the gate of the school.
I felt weird.
Uff. It must be the lack of sleep or the lack of breakfast that got my mind into a whirlpool. Yup. Any of the two.
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Pushing the strange feeling at the back of her head Camila moved on to her first class.
Little did she know the phrase "YOU COULD'VE GOT YOURSELF KILLED" is the longest caring sentence she has ever heard in her whole life.
Becoming habituated to hear to go die all the time has become so normal for her that care is a new strange feeling.
And maybe just maybe that is what she denied just now.
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