Something You Want to Forget About
Nowhere to Run, Nowhere to Hide
Ameina’s POV
I walked down the sidewalk, looking down at the concrete. I was depressed. I thought a little walk might settle my feelings down. I need to go the store and get a couple of bandages to cover up my cuts anyways.
I grabbed it and looked for betadine. It was two shelves under the bandages. I took that as well and walked up to the counter.
I put my money down next to the cash register. I hope the lady behind the counter doesn’t suspect anything. Luckily she was busy chewing gum and reading a magazine to notice me, but I got my stuff anyway.
She put it in a plastic bag and handed it over to me. I took it and went outside quickly. I hope nobody else noticed me buying bandages. But I could just tell them I tripped or something.
But when I went outside, someone familiar was out waiting for me. She was shorter than me and had curly hair, and was wearing a grey sweater with a dark red scarf.
It was my sister.
Realizing this, I quickly ran past her, trying to reach my house and lock myself in my room before she could catch up with me. But of course I’m wrong with this. Anesha’s a a swift runner.
Apparently she succeeded to catch up with me, as she pulled my arm, stopping me to run. My heart skipped a beat. What the hell am I supposed to say now?
“And what do you think you’re doing?!” she exclaimed angrily. Oh crap.
“I-I was just-” She cut my off, as she closed my mouth before I finished my sentence. She shook her head.
“I’m going to talk to you about this when we get home.” She warned, pulling my arm toward the direction of our house. Anesha is real scary when she’s mad.
We eventually reached our house and I scurried up to my room before Anesha can catch up. Luckily, she didn’t, and I locked myself in. After a few seconds Anesha started banging on the door.
“AMEINA FORRESTWOOD! OPEN THE DOOR!” She yelled. I didn’t obey her. Instead, I responded, “You’re not my mother!” which made her bang louder.
I quickly took my knife from the closet and began to cut on my arm. Luckily Anesha didn’t realize this. I held the pain and my tears.
Suddenly the banging stopped and I could hear Anesha go downstairs. She was there for a few minutes and knocked my door again.
“Ameina,” she said calmly, “Niall is here.”
I walked down the sidewalk, looking down at the concrete. I was depressed. I thought a little walk might settle my feelings down. I need to go the store and get a couple of bandages to cover up my cuts anyways.
I grabbed it and looked for betadine. It was two shelves under the bandages. I took that as well and walked up to the counter.
I put my money down next to the cash register. I hope the lady behind the counter doesn’t suspect anything. Luckily she was busy chewing gum and reading a magazine to notice me, but I got my stuff anyway.
She put it in a plastic bag and handed it over to me. I took it and went outside quickly. I hope nobody else noticed me buying bandages. But I could just tell them I tripped or something.
But when I went outside, someone familiar was out waiting for me. She was shorter than me and had curly hair, and was wearing a grey sweater with a dark red scarf.
It was my sister.
Realizing this, I quickly ran past her, trying to reach my house and lock myself in my room before she could catch up with me. But of course I’m wrong with this. Anesha’s a a swift runner.
Apparently she succeeded to catch up with me, as she pulled my arm, stopping me to run. My heart skipped a beat. What the hell am I supposed to say now?
“And what do you think you’re doing?!” she exclaimed angrily. Oh crap.
“I-I was just-” She cut my off, as she closed my mouth before I finished my sentence. She shook her head.
“I’m going to talk to you about this when we get home.” She warned, pulling my arm toward the direction of our house. Anesha is real scary when she’s mad.
We eventually reached our house and I scurried up to my room before Anesha can catch up. Luckily, she didn’t, and I locked myself in. After a few seconds Anesha started banging on the door.
“AMEINA FORRESTWOOD! OPEN THE DOOR!” She yelled. I didn’t obey her. Instead, I responded, “You’re not my mother!” which made her bang louder.
I quickly took my knife from the closet and began to cut on my arm. Luckily Anesha didn’t realize this. I held the pain and my tears.
Suddenly the banging stopped and I could hear Anesha go downstairs. She was there for a few minutes and knocked my door again.
“Ameina,” she said calmly, “Niall is here.”
11/18/13