Inseparable

• Chapter 13 •

Faith

As soon as I hear the front door slam, my anger reaches a new point.

"That's it!" I shout, standing up and slamming my hands down on the table, making both of my parents jump.

"Faith! Don't do that!" My mother scolds.

"I'm sick of this." I shout, making a random hand gesture in be air.

"Sick of what?" My father asks, actually looking concerned.

"Oh that's rich, now you care? Now you're not pissing at me cause you know what? She did that for me!" I shout, fed up with all their crap.

"Faith!" My mom shouts silencing me.

"Wait, she did what?" My dad asks, his brows furrowed together in confusion.

"She got beat up for me. This asshole-"

"Faith! Language!" My mom interrupts but I ignore her and keep talking.

"-completely humiliated me and she stood up for me. He was acting like a real jerk so she punched him, and frankly, he deserved it. Then he wanted to be tough so he beat her up. She has two bruised ribs and you care about my fucking split lip! You can't do that! She's your daughter too!" I finally shout, sick of all their bullshit.

"Faith! You will not talk to your parents like that! Go to your room and think about how horribly you have treated us." My mother says.

"Fine." I scoff, storming up to my room. That was the biggest fight I've ever had with my parents. We've rarely ever raised our voices, I'm never one to do what I just did. I can hear my parents downstairs shouting.

I'm the cause of that, my thoughts remind me. Suddenly the suffocating feeling is back, stronger than ever, choking me, draining my lungs of all air, squeezing the tears out of my eyes, so that they stream down my face. I look down at my hands to see that they are violently shaking, no matter my efforts to stop. My legs are shaking as well, and suddenly my shaking knees can't support me anymore. I collapse to the floor, sobbing and shaking, unable to regain the air in my lungs, no matter how much I gasp. I sit there on the floor, shaking uncontrollably for an unknown amount of time. Gradually, the suffocating feeling stops, so slowly that I'm not sure when it started to decrease. I try to stop crying, hiccuping every once in a while as my body calms down. I sit there for a couple minutes, just slowly rocking, hugging my legs to my chest as if I'm scared that they will leave me.

Worthless

Unloved

Fat

Freak

The words felt like they were being whispered into my ear, making me immediately stand up and start pacing the room.

"I'm beautiful, who cares if I gained some weight, people don't really care about it, do they? I mean, it makes me different, it makes me special. Yeah, special."

Or a freak, the voice whispered again. I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping to get rid of the voice, but it was in my head.

Oh darling, don't you see? I'm here to stay, the voice was soothing, making me slowly open my eyes.

"What are you?" I say out loud, not sure what's happening.

I'm you. the voice whispers again.

"No, I'm not like that. I...I'm encouraging...and nice..." I stutter, trying to find the words against the words raging in my head.

Not anymore sweetie. Did you see how long it took you to warm up to Hope's friends? You still aren't totally comfortable with them. It reminds me. I'm left speechless as more soothing and comforting words float through my head, thoughts that I'm not able to control, and that's exactly what makes them so dangerous.