A Burning Soul, Serena.1 [i love reading books txt] 📗

other night.” She said it as calmly she could, but I could sense the worry in her voice. She looked exhausted, she had bags under her eyes and was really really pale.

“Are you okay?” I asked her watching her doze off.

“Huh, oh, yeah I'm fine. Just staying up for to days straight has wore me out.”

“Well why did you still you for two days straight?”

“Because I was worried about you stupid. I mean you tried to kill yourself and you might have succeeded if I hadn't showed up.” She said a frown forming on her face. “Why?!” She said sincerely.

“Why what?” I asked acting all innocent.

“Why?” She asked again

To my advantage the nurse walked and said “Miranda I need to change your bandages” I smiled and held out my left hand and she unwrapped the bandage. When my arm was completely unwrapped I noticed that of the cuts where stitched up. She re-wrapped my wrist and ask me to promise I would do that again then added the fact that I could leave today and go home.

“Thank you?” I said simply. The nurse smiled and left the room.

Then, Eleanore spoke up; “Your not going home! Your coming with me. I'm not letting you go back to that house. I care about you and your safety to much.”

Suddenly I knew what I was going to say was the wrong thing to say and it would hurt Eleanore. She is my best friend and she loves and cares so much. A little to much if you ask me, but I ode her and I was going to pay someday somehow. She saved my life and this made me realize my job here on Earth is not over so Its not my time to go.

God has a time and place for me and I'll endure all of the hardships that he throws at me, and if I need help I'll turn to him. Not to death. Hopefully. (Well at for a while at least not right now)

“I can't go with you Eleanore. I have to go back to that family the family I hate. The family I don't claim, But they need me. I'm the only in that house that actually has a functioning brain. I hope you understand?”

“I understand. Do what you have to, but here.” She said, grabbing my right arm and pulled a pin out of her pocket. She wrote a number on the back of my hand and said “Call me when ever you need me. Anytime of the day. I love you Miranda.” She smiled and kissed my forehead. Back to that place

My sister pulled up into the parking lot about thirty minutes later. Right about now I was wishing I had succeeded earlier in the bathroom. I din not want to get into that car with my sister. I didn't want to she the way she was dressed even though I already knew how that was going to be, and I diffently did not want to go back to that house, but I knew what I had to do.

I got into the car and yep I was right she was wearing I a white net pattern see through shirt with a black bra on underneath, and a mini skirt that was so short that you could she her black thongs why she was both sitting and standing it wasn't every pleasant, but she seemed happy enough, but that wasn't enough for me to keep my big fat mouth shut. I just had to open it.

"I know your a big fat whore thats walks around town or goes into some random strangers house struting her stuff, but that so does not goes you the right to come pick me up at the hospital in this ged-up." I said in a overly loud voice.

"And where in the world to get off talking to me in the tone, little girl, and who do you think you are calling me a fat whore." She shouted back at me. her right hand come of the steering wheel and collided hard and fast with my face. "Why where you in the hospital anyways."

"That's none of you fucking businees. You don't acknowledge me at home or pay enough attention to me to even care. So why should I tell you, Karman." I shouted back. Her slap not even fazsing because I have became us to it.

"I don't care." She said, "I do you think I go out every day doing what I do. To feed you and that house of fucking idiots."

"Karman, there are other ways to get money the selling your souls to any random stranger that come up to you on the side of the road. As long as they've got money where it's a boy, girl, or dog for crying out loud you fuck them like crazy. You know Karmen why don't get you fucking act together and grow a brain and learn to use it. Cause what you doing it only causes four things and none of them are good things 1. illegal but you don't care. 2. harmful to your body and will probably get you pregnant if not infected by some kind of sexual transmitted disease. 3. It gives you a bad reputation, and last but not least 4. killed but you don't care about that either. You know Karmen is you think more highly of yourself other people will to and maybe you'll have some friends, but right now your only being thunk of as a easy piece of trash the people can use and through out when there done with you." I finished and this got me a punched in the face and a bloody nose but I didn't care I know I was right and what she was doing was completely wrong.

"Miranda, do yourself a favorite and never but into my life again your you will regret it. I don't care that your my little sister cause your were about something. I don't care, I don't care about you or our little brother or our parents." She reached and grabbed my hand make my palm face up. She pulled down the shelve of my shirt and said, "I wouldn't have shredded a tear and I would miss you at all." This struck me like a ton of bricks but I had back the tears cause I couldn't show her that I got to me and would make her think that I'm weak and that is thing I defiantly am not, is weak.

Karmen pulled into the drive out and stopped. "Get out I have to go. Do what you have to do but do not make me see your face and defently do not make me pick you up from the hospital. You if you ever try to kill yourself again you might as well succeed, because to me you are already dead." She said.

I didn't say anything instead i got quickly and quitely out of the car and slammed the door closed. Karmen drove off in such a hurry the wind from the car knocked me over. I stood back up and brushed myself off. I headed to the front door, but before I entered to glanced at the clock and was noon so I'm the only one here again. I locked the door and enter.

I started up stairs to my room and I heard some unfamiliar voices. I grabbed the nearest thing I could use for a weapon which was a umbrella, and followed the sound to mother parents room. Okay now I reconized my mother's voice, but the other voice I still didn't reconized. It was a guys voice but not my father's.

I reached the bedroom door and opened slowly, to find my mom in a very awkward position with a gut other than my dad I closed the door slowly and as lightly as could, but I guess it was to loud because I heard my mother yell, "who's there?"

I quitely and quickly tried to get up stairs but my what at her door and fully dressed in what seemed like seconds.

"Milanda Gwendolyn Collins? What the hell do you think your doing just walking into my room like that!" She shouted walked towards me fast with a look of daggers on her face. Her right hand went immedately around my neck and my feet came off the floor an a mere second. Before I caould explain I was flung into the wall across the room with full speed, and hit the floor with a loud thud.

She chuckled evilly and said, "If i ever catch you in my room again." She then turn and left the room. I stood but granted with the pain that shot through my back, and headed slowly up stairs to my room.

the end of chapter four five will be up soon. thanks serena.1

Cinderella

The next morning I woke to my head pounding and the sound of my family bickering violently at each other. Welcome to my hell of a life. Why didn't I just go with my eleanore, oh yeah duh that's the reason. This fucked family of mine needs someone to look out for them or they won't survive. I dought very highly that they would make it with out me. They don't have enough brain compasity to know that one plus is two, how would they know how to take care of themselves.

"MIRANDA!" Everyone yelled at the same fucking time, causing head to feel like it just had a dozen dull knives shoved to it at the same time. I granted against the agonizing pain, and hollered back. "I am coming."

I reluctantly crawled out of my comfort zone that was that of my bed and my room, they only place in this house that was mine and the place were I could be me. I sighed at the top of the stairs and decended down them. Turning to the Kitchen I went to start breakfast.

Five minutes later the rest of my braty-assed family stroles in. My brother in his boxer's carriing a overflowing basket