Later that night I sat in my room. I was shaking uncontrolably at my desk while attempting my little bit of homework.
After an hour of unsuccesfully doing my mah homework I stood up. I walked to my nightstand and grabbed my iPod from where I laid it this morning. I went to my cloest, walked in, and sat in the exact middle after closing the door. I put my earbuds in my ears and blasted my music.
I reached to my left to grab my plush, pink bunny from his hiding place. I curled up with him clutched to my chest. I feel asleep with my music blaring, the tears still falling freely, and alone in my closet.
The next morning I got up early to beat my mother to the shower. I knew she hated it when I did that, but I was leaving so she souldn’t do anything about it. I took a steaming shower to work out the kinks in my muscles from the night.
Back in my room, I did my morning routine with music from my stero filling the room to block out the sounds of my mother. I left for school while mom was still in the shower.