Pitch black...that is all I am been able to see almost all my life, before that? I can't remember much...except the screams.
My name is Viola, Viola Woods; I'm fifteen and live in London. You'll think how lucky I am for living in such a wonderful place, but what's the magic if you can't see it? I guess I should be more optimistic, but I just can't help it. How I am supposed to be happy if my family is so broken? Since the accident my mom has been in bed, I live worried thinking whether when I come home my mom would still be breathing...or not. My father doesn't really care; he works all day, comes home and sits to watch television. The ones who bright my day are my two little sisters, Catherine and Bridget, of 9 and 7 years old. I should mention my brother, who makes life a living hell for me, his name is Brodick and he is always finding ways to bug me.
Today was a regular day, getting up, count three steps to the left and find my closet, feel the clothes I would wear, head outside my room, four steps to the front, and six to the right, and enter the kitchen. Prepare my sister's and brother's food, call to them to wake up and wait until I hear their footsteps getting closer. Then I would go to my mother's room, say good morning, hug her and tell her I love her. Then I would find my father, ask for the money for all of us, take my bag and wait for my siblings to be ready.
When I was walking my sisters to their school I bumped into someone.
-I'm so sorry! I didn't see you- I said.
-It's ok, just get out of my way- He growled.
I just sighed, took my sisters hands and kept walking. After leaving them I went straight for my school. As I was walking through the gates I heard my name being called. It was my best friend Brittany, we were friends for long as I remembered and she was the only one who understood my real suffering. We walked together to class, I tried to ignore how most of the people tripped me in the halls and how I knew Brit was worried but couldn't do anything about it.
-So...how has been at home lately? - She asks casually-
-Same as always...how about you?-
-Well my sister is pretty grumpy and my mom is tired but tries to hide it-
I think you have already guessed our lives were both sad and that is why we always could make the other feel better. Just as I was about to answer her, the teacher entered the room and started to talk about the First World War. It was Universal History our favorite class and we always enjoyed listening to it. Personally reminds me that other people live worse and I have to thank God for the life I have. The bell rang and we had to go different ways, what leaves me to deal alone with the constant teasing and body abuse. My next class was biology, not one of my favorites I must say, I just took my seat and waited for the teacher to arrive. Suddenly someone starts to talk to me.
-Hey Viola- she says-
-Umm hey...? - I trailed off trying to remember her name-
-Daisy- she answered and I could feel her smiling-
-Not to be rude or anything but...why are you talking to me?-
-Well, I have seen how others treat you in the halls and I thought that we could get along since we have that thing in common- she confessed-
-Got it...so why do they tease you?-
-Oh...I'm just fat and ugly to them- she told me a little sad-
And for a second time this day when I was going to answer, the teacher came into the classroom and started the class.
The day passed by fast and before I knew it the final bell rang, Daisy invited me to her house but I declined because I wasn't in the mood. After picking up my sisters I went home, and again my parents were arguing. Sometimes I hated so much my father, he always made my mom get angry and he does stupid things, and everything must be the way he wants it to be. I sighed and blindly left my sisters in their room making sure they couldn't hear any of their shouts and then went to my room and put my Ipod on my ears nearly leaving me deaf too. I should be more careful but this is the only way to black them out.
After an hour or so they finally stopped and I told them I would go to Brittany's house. When they fight the ritual is to blast my ears with loud music and then go to Brit's house and release all the pain. At the end we both end eating ice cream and talking about good memories to cheer us up. Today as I was walking I ran into someone, again.
-Hey! If you want to get my attention you can do it like normal people, talking to me- he said, and I recognized his voice to be the guy of the morning, just my luck.