Chapter 6
Anyways,
summer was just started and I just found out that one of my online-sister,
Lee-Anne, was coming to visit me. As days passed by and my thoughts about Ricky
started to fade away and so as my so-called bad habits, Myriam (who was
basically like my 2nd home girl) and myself grew closer and I considered her
basically like my very own little sister. She almost when through what I had
been through. When she needed someone to talk to or anyone could get through to
her, I was the only one who she can reach out to. Since she told me how her
boyfriend, Patrick, had threaded her and how he hit her, I was doing anything in
my power to make her get out of the relationship as soon as possible. But since
she loved him too much, it was no use. I asked my other great friend online, by
the name of Damaris aka Sloshie for her help. All she told me was just to be
there for Myriam and I did.
The July 1rst 2001 to be exact, was the day which was hell for the both of us.
Patrick had dumped Myriam without any warning involved, which REALLY got her
depressed. I just got of work and got a call from Marie-Claude, to come and see
Myriam, cause she needed me. I told my folks I would be leaving for a while,
cause my friend was in trouble. I was talking with her since 10pm and when I got
inside the house, I was sure I saw the devil himself inside my mom.
Instead of greeting me with a certain �Hello!�, she was screaming and
yelling at me, just because I was home at 10pm. I never had a curfew before and
she knew that I was gonna be home late. I tried to explain myself, but it
wasn�t any good at all, it was just getting worse. I ran inside my bedroom,
locked the door, pushed my bed against the door and just prayed to get out the
house. My mom was behind my bedroom door demanded to open it, so she could
smacked me across the face, instead she was threaten me to kill me with her
bared hands and to wait till my dad gonna come back home, cause I was gonna get
it. I knew that if my mom can�t get me to what I want her to do, she ALWAYS
ran to my dad. Cause she knows that I could beat the living crap out of her
easily, which I will NEVER do, and she knows that my dad could knock me on a K.O.
easily also.
While hearing her yelling at me and threaten me, I was gathering my stuffs,
ready to hit back outside again to get away from her shit, but instead, I broke
down into tears and praying that it would stop. I looked at my computer and
hoped that the net worked, but it didn�t. The phone rang and on the other end
of the line was Myriam. When I heard her voice, I screamed for her help while I
tired to open my window to get away. She told me when my folks were sleeping, to
paged her and wait for her outside. Believe me I got no problem with that. After
hanging up, my mom was getting more and more worse, by banging non-stop on the
door and I was playing some music to calm down, but it didn�t do much help
either. I was getting more and more upset that I didn�t know what I was doing.
I was looking for something, but instead my hands landed on a penknife that it
was in my pencil case. Not even thinking twice what I was going to do, I cut
myself all over again, but even more deeper that I could possibly imagine and remembering the day which I started cutting myself. Looking at Lee�s phone number at the same time, knowing that I wanted to call her, since she was close to me. I couldn�t call Myriam, since we promised each other not to hurt ourselves, cause I knew that she was gonna do something bad about the break-up with Patrick. While watching my blood pouring, I screamed out my friend�s names with pain and suffering. �Where are you guys? I need you! Please god helped me!�, were the ONLY words that came out of my mouth.
Laying peacefully in my bedroom with a Kleenex on my wrist, listening to the
bickering of my mom and the sound of Take 5 �Can I Come Over� playing and
soon after �Sleepless� from Wave, I knew that I wanted to die right away. Asking God to take me away, so I can finally be at peace. Begging him. A few minutes had passed by, and I woke up by a sound my doorknob twisting. I jumped out of my bed and ran towards the penknife, thought that it was my mom or
dad who was ready to beat the living shit out of me. I asked who was it but
instead it was my little brother, Andy, who wanna get his computer games. I
started saying that it was mom that told him to say that so she and dad could
get in my bedroom easily. He told me that he didn�t know what I was saying, so
I pushed the bed back to where it was at and let him inside. When he saw me in
the condition I was, he asked me what I was doing. When he saw the red stains on
the Kleenex on the ground and looked me straight in the eyes, I saw that he was
crying. After he closed the door and locked it, he came towards me, took the
penknife out of my hand and gave me the first hug in 12 years, asking me why I
would do something so stupid and that I didn�t need to do that.
For the first time, I made my brother cried for my sake and heard him saying �Angie I don�t want you go anywhere! I don�t know what I�ll do without my sister in my life. I never showed it and I may never said it, but I love you so much that I don�t want you to die. Please promise me you�ll won�t do this shit again!� After hearing that, I didn�t stop me from crying and knowing that my little brother cared so much for me that I never though. But there was something that I was bugging deeply inside of me� I didn�t give a shit what he was saying�