I curl up in my bed after my bath, I had just got done self-harming, things might seem like they are changing as far as how Abuela has been treating all of us, but to me it feels like a huge show being put on. I fear that everything will eventually go back how it was, I also feel this strange darkness inside myself growing like not exactly me getting darker, but a strange dark presence surrounding me. This presence being the voices continuously telling me everything Abuela had been saying for the past 10 years, like how worthless I am or how I am ruining this family.
I start thinking about how its the one time Dolores speaks up to Abuela that makes a difference, why do I have to be the odd one out? The one who has to have multiple weird powers instead of one, I mean I would even take no power over this. I start to fall asleep, unable to keep my eyes open anymore.
The next day, I wake up later than normal and I panic jumping up I run downstairs to see that Abuela and I are the only ones awake. She is sitting at the table drinking coffee and I can see she is deep in thought, I grab some coffee then join her at the table. Abuela gives me a look of surprise, which I guess she wasn't expecting anyone up yet and hadn't noticed me until right then.
"Mirabel, just the one I was hoping to speak to," She states matter of factly. Suddenly my stomach drops, and worry takes place, I hide this from Abuela and wait for her to speak. She then responds, "Dolores, Bruno, and Camilo brought something to my attention last night out of worry. And I need an honest answer from you, and I am not angry no matter how you answer. Mirabel, have you been self-harming?"
I look at her, my eyes wide in shock, while she stares at me waiting for an answer, slowly I respond, "No, Abuela." Right this second I am so glad mama's food last night healed my recent cuts and my scars, because normally the next thing she says would have caused a full blown panic attack.
"Let me see your arms, please," she answers. I show her my clean arms and she seems to accept my lies for now. I relax a bit as mama and the others come down to do regular morning chores. Abuela has been giving everyone the choice of when they help others and when they take a resting period. I stare at Camilo trying to read his mind, "I hope my prima is okay. She doesn't deserve all the hell she has been put through the past 10 years. I wish I could give her a huge hug and take her pain mentally away."
At hearing my primo's thoughts, I want to cry and hug him tightly, but I know I cannot without seeming suspicious. I decide to try and read Dolores' mind and see what she is thinking, "I wish Mirabel wouldn't lie to Abuela. I just want her to get the help she needs, I am so scared I am going to lose my prima." It isn't just her thought that is surprising me, for the first time I see the sadness on her face and in her eyes, I see the tears threatening to spill out of her eyes.
We are sitting at the table for breakfast, Abuela is asking each of us our plans for the day, I hear Dolores say, "I have a date with Mariano tonight."
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Help Me, Abuela
FanfictionMirabel, the girl everyone likes to forget, despite getting a gift at 5 years old her Abuela pushes her to the side. Her family practically forgets she exists half the time, the other half it is throwing abuse typically verbal abuse at her. There ar...