|| the place where I belong || { Axel
Apr 11, 2013 21:41:19 GMT -5
Post by kendall on Apr 11, 2013 21:41:19 GMT -5
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It was just exactly like I knew it was going to turn out. I told myself every day when I woke up, and every time I lay my head down to rest that it wasn't true and that he loved me. It was as though if I told myself it enough times, then it would become real. That's usually how it is? Isn't it? The longer you tell yourself something, the quicker you are to believe it. I actually believed it was working. The one time I let myself believe in something, it just turns its back on me. Just like everyone... well almost everyone. The moment when you realise the person you put so much of yourself into turns their back to your face, its just so heartless. You just feel, well, small.
Maybe I just imagine all of this in my head. I don't even feel like myself anymore. Everything I say doesn't feel like me. Even my music doesn't sound right. It's affecting me. People say I am not acting like the Cade they know. But a bitter thought in my mind tells me that they don't even know me. But how can they know me if I don't even know myself? No matter what I tell myself, these bitter thoughts keep overflowing mind. Kyle just says its 'phase' an I will grow out of it in time. But I don't want this 'phase' to hold me down. Unlike Kyle, I happen to have different problems then he did last year when my brother was my age. His problem was a bad grade on a math test or something petty like that. I was still copping with something that still made me shiver. My father hit me.
I might be over reacting just a little bit. It's just so hard not too. I can never get a positive vibe on anything when I am around him. Nothing seems to please him. My music or even my B grade on a test, which is good for me considering I am not smart, doesn't even coax a simple grin on his ashen face. The thing is, I didn't even do anything wrong. Well, at least I don't thing I did anything wrong. All I did was try to help. Ok, maybe it was a little over board. If I was in someone else's shoes though, the whole thing was a misunderstanding. I wouldn't be surprised if anyone gave the little brats a beat down if they saw their siblings getting mad fun of. They are all I have. No mother, my father doesn't even count since he's never home anyways.
I think I could have handled the situation better though. Even I admit that. It was so irritating, I just couldn't help but snap. It has been happening for awhile now. The bullying and everything. I knew people aren't too kind to Morgan, my younger sister even though she's so sweet and understanding. And Flynn, the youngest out of all of us, he just is used to getting picked on. It's because he was amputated when he was born because he was premature. Mother died, not knowing if he would survive or not. It's really hard with out Mother. I swear the plants in the front porch don't shine as bright as they used too.
Kids just laugh at him during school hours when all the little kids run out door and laugh for break time during the day. I see Flynn from my classroom window always emerge from the shadowy school doors all by himself. He's usually by himself since none of the others want to play with the boy who can't run because he doesn't have a real leg on one leg. I handled his sadness pretty well, just comforting him and taking him to his only true friends house when he's done with his school work. But one day he came home from school, crying down the street until he shut himself in our bedroom and refused to come out. I say right in front of the door for an hour and a half until he opened the door. He told me some older girls were making fun of his leg right in front of him and they didn't stop.
That was an issue for me, of course because the next day, I watched Flynn very carefully and I noticed those brats were Morgan's classmates who thought they were all that because they were richer then me and my friends combined. My anger boiled up inside me as it was about to burst into the air. I kept that anger in until I was walking home from school and saw that Morgan was getting belittled by them as well. That was it. My top blew of and wasn't coming back until I showed these girls who they really were. I marched my sorry bottom over to those girls and have them a piece of my mind. One of the girls, the leader I suppose brought Flynn into this making a nasty comment about his leg and I lifted my hand up swinging it across her face so hard, it stung me too.
And that was it, I smacked that girl square in the face. I knew what I had done. People were staring in awe as all of us just stood there. We said nothing. I didn't even apologise.
Its as though this flashed though my head as though it was a few hours ago. My father came in the door, scowling even more then usual. He used to never do that but after his double jobs, I don't blame him. It's rough supporting four children by yourself. The whole table got quiet when he walked in. No one ran to shower him in hugs and cheerful remarks. Flynn didn't even move a muscle. Everyone somehow heard about me slapping the rich girl already. Word travels fast around here.
Kyle quickly poured everyone some broth and we all ate in silence. I don't recall looking at anyone until my face started to talk about what I did. First it was soft then it grew louder every sentence. I knew I should have sat this one out but I argued about it. I got him so worked up he smacked me across the face so hard my oldest brother was about to scream.
My father never yelled, or even hit me for that matter. This felt so childish, actin this way over what he did but it's been 3 days and its still in the back of my mind, lingering there. People have been through worse and I should be thankful that I don't have a dad that hurts me like that all the time. Ever since then, I haven't spoken to my father. Instead of sitting with the family, he hides away with his food. Morgan says he will cool off soon but I know him better then she thinks. He's like Kyle. Kyle takes a whole to forgive someone, even if it was his fault. Kyle doesn't let go of things very easily. Neither does father. Deep down, I was afraid I would never speak to him. Except, that's such a childish thought.
I find myself walking along the beach quite awhile now. The calm waters and the golden sand made me feel secure inside. My music was the finishing touch but I hadn't touched that guitar since that evening he hit me. It's amazing how one little action just scattered my brains. The sand sank in between my toes as I walked slowly down the more reserved part of the beach. It's been the same view my whole life. Nothing ever really changed. The water was still a brownish blue and the sand still felt grainy when it ran through your fingers. Just the people I spent time with on the beach changed.
I feel like I am looking in all the wrong places for help. Maybe I should start looking in the more unexpected places.
let the rain
wash away all
the pain of yesterday
back where I belong
I never felt so strong
tell the world that
I'm coming home
[/color][/right][/size][/b]wash away all
the pain of yesterday
back where I belong
I never felt so strong
tell the world that
I'm coming home
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