"Who are you?" I scream, my tiny ten-year-old voice echoing around the room and the person chuckles, "Take a step forward little one. Remove your blindfold." I remove my blindfold with shaky fingers, cocking my head slightly at the sight in front of...
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A/N: Thea above ^^. hello my little jars of Nutella, I hope you didn't miss me too much? *flips hair over her shoulder and gives a dazzling red-carpet smile* anywho... let the chapter. *cue drum roll* BEGIN!!!!!!
As soon as I stepped into the liquor parlor, I saw her. She was slumped against a guy who was probably twice as drunk as she was. They were laughing together and he was touching her in inappropriate places. I cringed, looking away and gagging at the disgusting sight.
He whispers something in her ear and she laughs loudly, taking a swig of whatever was in her red cup. I walk up to her and tap her arm, trying to get her attention. She brushes me aside, laughing again. I tap her arm again but with a little more force and she jerks her head towards me violently, making me flinch in surprise. "Whaddaya want kiddo?" She spits and frowns upon recognizing me. She pries herself away from the evidently drunk man and raises her hand to hit me but I catch it inches from my face.
" Never, ever again in your miserable, constantly drunk life attempt to hit me or I will hit back and when I do, it will definitely be nasty," I whisper in her ear, my voice dropping below an octave. She stares at me, eyes wide in the realization of what I just said to her. Just when I think she is about to comply and follow me outside, she wrenches her arm away and starts laughing aloud.
The music that was playing from the bar reduced until it came to a gradual halt, making the blood rushing in my ears sound like a storm. Everyone in the room was staring at us. Margaret roughly pushed herself away from me and began screaming, "This useless punk of a child actually had the guts to come here and threaten to hurt me, well guess what?" She asks, sloshing her beer around and turning to face me, "I picked you off the streets when you were at your lowest, you were just a scruffy little orphan girl with a dead mother and a psychotic father and I took pity on you, fed you, gave you shelter and clothing and in return what do I get? An idiotic little irrelevant and ungrateful teenager constantly chiding me as if she owned me!" She pauses, her eyes filled with absolute rage and fury, "I'm sure you'll probably just turn out to be just like your useless and worthless bitch of a mom, no wonder she die-" I cut her off with a hard slap to the face and smile sardonically, "The biggest mistake you made was inviting my mother into this pointless conversation." without wasting another moment to see her reaction, my heart pounding, I walk out of the restaurant, forcing myself to be calm and not dislocate her bones.
'Thea, you need to calm down, she's not even that important' my inner voice chides at me but I shut it down, refusing advice and enter the car, driving off almost immediately. Soon, I find myself sitting on the roof of Pyaara's car, eating ice cream and staring at the sandy shore of the beach. The wind picks up and I frown, staring at my feet.
What if Margaret was actually right, Thea, about you being a useless and worthless orphan, huh? what would you do then? A whiny, annoying part of me whispers, mocking me. I block my ears, hoping to close the voice out but it keeps on repeating in my head,
Useless,
Useless,
Useless...
I leap off the car, trying to blot out the voice and start running along the shore.
If you could see me right now, stupid therapist, you'd be overjoyed that I actually took your advice, I mumble to myself, completely irritated all of a sudden.
My throat is raw and my legs are burning but I don't care, pushing myself to the limit. I finally collapse on the shore, tears streaming down my face. I push my palms deeper into the sand, willing to draw blood, wishing for my lungs to stop pumping air, wishing for the all-too-familiar darkness to sweep me away, Hoping and praying and wishing that I could drop dead right now.
Who would care anyway? I am useless after all. Were my last thoughts before I was pulled into pitch-black
Well hello everyone *scratches back of head awkwardly and contemplates whether to run or not from the glares her angry readers are giving her* Umm... Yeah...Wow... Sorry the chapter is sooo short, I promise promise promise promise promise( with flowers on top) to make it up to you guys.
