One last string

Chapter 2

Here I am shaking in my own bed, too afraid to do anything. Last night was horrible. I felt like ditching school and going to the beach or something to lighten my mood, but I can't ditch school when finals are coming up,

I made extra precaution with going to school. As it turns out, my area was still sore. Hell it was a burning flame spreading throughout my core. I didn't bother making my uncle breakfast in bed and I sure as hell didn't bother getting my own lunch,

I had just walked to school today and I was late. But late was an understatement, I missed half of today's classes.

"Miss Humming, will you care to enlighten my on why you are crying and why you missed half the day?" Questioned the lady behind the desk.

"Ahh I slept in and had some bad news on a family thing." I didn't sound confident and it came out croaky.

"We have had a recent request for you to talk to the Guidance Councillor, Health Nurse and maybe the Police Officer. You don't have to talk-"

"No! There is nothing that would concern them, Miss." I interrupted her in mid-sentanc and I spoke to quickly, "May I please have a late slip and I will go to the detention.." Her initial look was shock. Then it become concern.

"Miss Humming, I think it is advised that you go to them. It could help you. This is the third time this month that you have been late and crying. you need to go to them or seek some help."

"I don't need any help! I am perfectly fine, miss!" I didn't mean to yell at the lady, but I was in to much pain to act calm.

"Miss Humming, will you be so kind and come with me." says the Principal coming from the teachers entrance. "It's not an option, Elisa."

We headed into a conference room. The Police officer, Guidance Councillor and the Nurse were already sitting down around in a circle.

"Elisa, are you ok?" asks the Nurse.
"Perfectly fine, sir."
"Then why are you crying?" questions the PO - Police Officer.
"There was some bad family news, miss."

"Aren't you warm in that jumper, Elisa?" asks the Nurse.

"No, I am cold actually." No, I am boiling, itchy and withering in pain from every inch of skin.

"Do you mind taking your jumper off or role up your sleeves?"

"Can I please have a late slip and get to class?"

"Not until you tell us the truth. If you really are fine then role up your sleeves or take your jumper off. But remember what we say in this circle stays in the circle." States the GC - Guidance Councellor.

"I can handle this sir, on my own. I don't need any help and I never did. So can you please give me the slip? finals are coming up an I need to be in the class." I explain.

"Look Elisa, we are trying to help you. We know something is going on and you are in pain. Everyone can see it in your eyes that you are pained to come to school or go home. So please tell us what happened or what's happening?" Begged the principle.

"You. Just. Don't. Get. It." I spat out "It is too painful to show or explain and I don't want anything to happen to him. H-he is j-just grieving and I-I let him. we are both in a lot of pain and we both have different ways of dealing with it."

"And what are your ways of dealing with the pain?" asked the GC.

"I-I can't s-sleep or e-eat. I f-force my-myself to eat l-lunch but it doesn't stay down for long. That and just keeping to myself." I stutter.

"Do you mind telling us how he deals with it? The guy you are talking about?" Asked the Nurse.

"If I say something than he will get into trouble and he is the only family left in the state. I don't want to move."

"If it is that bad and against the law then yes he will be arrested. But that depends on what he has done, Elisa. Please tell us." Begs the PO.

"I...just...don't want to see him get hurt, again." I whispered.

"And he won't. To warn you Elisa, if you don't explain this we would search through your home to make sure things are really okay at home. Alright? So it's just easier if you explained it to us now." explains the PO.

I sighed escaped my dry, flaked lips as my hands reached my back collar of my jumper. The pain increased and I had to grit my teeth so I didn't whimper or more likely...scream.

I finally pulled the jumper over my head and into my lap. Audible gasps were heard from the adults. I wouldn't blame them either. My arms were the tips of the ice-burg. They only had small patches of skin, the rest was a blueish-purple. They also had cuts and open-closed wounds over them.

"H-how did this happen?" Asked the PO.

"He is actually my 'uncle' and he has different ways with dealing with the pain." he gestured for my to continue with his hand. "He is normally very drunk and apparently I remind him of his sister, my mum. So he..so he does this to me ev-everyday."

After a few minutes of breathing in and out I continue."I don't care if you search my home. All it does is show the evidence of everything without me explaining everything and bursting into tears."

There was a intense silence before the PO answered. "If it is possible I would like to go over there now and inspect. If that is alright with you." I nod.

"C-Can I please have a late slip now?" I ask.

"Sure." said the principal. The Police Officer called for backup to inspect my home. I gave her the keys. The Nurse inspected my arms, checking for any lethal injuries. The Guidance Councillor tried to get my to say anything but I told him it was to painful. The principal gave me a late slip, so I could head to period seven.

It was finally it. My uncle was surely going to get himself arrested from the amount of evidence at the house. I don't bother to clean. No one came over, so there was on one to clean up for. There was still half empty packets of meth and cigarets. Plus the empty bottles is liquor and vodka scattered across the floors. Upstairs and down.

I was finally free from him. But where was I supposed to go now. Am I going to go up north to someone I have never met? Or down south to where it was cold and even more lonely?

But hopefully, no more inflicted pain that would be whipped in to me. No more loss for the ones I loved. But the most burning passion focused on to one thing; what happens now?