All Alone by hima (the mitten read aloud .TXT) 📖

I lay on the roof of my home staring at the twinkling stars and moon. The wide spread sheet of blue sky with stars scattered all over couldn't hold my interest much longer. I am nervous and I tried to listen if the screams have subsided. As soon as I bent over the now, opened window I could hear them shouting at each other. I quickly shut the window sighing, I know they would take more time to get sorted out of the quarrel.
My life is perfect to the world outside but they never knew what I have to go through to make it look like perfect. Each day I come home with dread, home is like walking to a live hell. There is a no day that Mom and Dad went to bed without fighting with each other. They scream at one another never noticing that I'm still at home. Sometimes Dad gets so angry that he hits Mom and Mom; she screams at him and locks herself in their room.
I can't stand up for anyone because of both of them are right in their own way. They are really good parents when they don't quarrel but that is so rare. Dad feels that Mom is not trying to listen to what he says and Mom she complains the same. Usually they start by taking with each other about taking a decision and then they fire off complaining that the other is not valuing their needs or ideas. Though this is pretty childish to quarrel over but the fight between them makes me nervous.
I could see the days when dad walked out of our lives for a whole week and the day when Mom was hit so hard that she was put to bed for many days. I dreaded it will happen again when they started quarreling. Each time Mom or Dad says something abusive, my heart skips a bit for fear the worst would happen.
I tried to ignore these but even if I close my eyes, ears could hear them. Even if I shut both my eyes and ears, my mind displays images of them fighting which I cannot stop at any cause. So, I do the only thing that I can, staying away from them and concentrating hard on anything that takes my mind of what's going inside.
To make matters even worse, over the years not one of them took care of me or even worse spoke to me. Usually I don't see them together, Mom works day time and dad works until 9pm, if somehow I get to see them they are engaged in verbal fight. They take care of all my physical needs but I can't expect more from them. Love, care and time together with them is out of question.
I wish I could share my feelings with someone but to tell anyone about this is like betraying family secrets. I don't have a sibling either, if I have I would have been better because we would take care of each other.
Over the years I have learned pretty well to hide my emotions and play 'all is well' before others.
I don't want people to be sympathetic over me so I do the only thing that is possible. Though I am very much worried about how the day ends today, I pretend to be free of any worries. I hide my tears saying that they are from laughing out loud. Sometimes when I'm at the verge of tears I excuse myself saying that I need to use washroom and run into the embrace of loneliness. All through my sixteen years, I must say I did well to cover up my secret life because people believe that I have a perfect life. They admire me for having such life but my heart screams in the inside to say that it is all action and I'm a pathetic being.


I stared at the mirror, I could see the puffy eyes from crying all over the night about Mom and Dad. My neck is hurting a little bit when I tried to move it sideways,probably because of sleeping on the roof all the night.
I sprayed on the neck to give instant relief of the pain. Now, I have to cover the puffy eyes. I tried applying more powder on it but that made it worse so I resolved for saying to her friends that last night I was out with my family watching a movie. Other than the puffy eyes I still look pretty. Chocolate brown eyes, perfect lips and nose were an asset to my features.

I took a quick much of fruits and then gulped some juice finishing my breakfast. Mom never woke up until 9. I guess it's because they always fight until midnight everyday. I wrote on a quick slip that I need some money and pinned it to the fridge, hoping she would see when she wakes up. This is the only way I get to let them know what I need.
I can't wake her up because she must be so exhausted of all the screaming so I let it always be this way. Dad is never home when I woke up; He always leaves early.
I grabbed my back pack and ran to the end of the street to wait for my bus. Our home is the only one that lies here. We don't have neighbors which is a pretty good thing for my family because none would be knowing our little secret.
As soon as I reached,I heard the horn and sighed thinking that I'm not late for the bus.
"Hi, Meg." Julian cried.
Julian is my friend from school days. She is the only one I always consider close to my heart. We share every little secret or so she thinks, she is really a sweetheart.
"What's up?" I said recognizing her enthusiastic tone.
Obviously she has something up her sleeves.
"Do you remember my brother, Ryan?" she asked.
I nodded. I saw him when he left for a residential eight years back, he is pretty nice guy back then.
"He is joining our college today." she said excited.
I tried to sound excited for her. Julian dropped into the conversation with the other girl Lucy describing how we had played back then.
I turned to the window and started watching the green pastures racing back away from the bus, the trees that seem to move backward and the wind that played with my hair. I pulled my thick black curls behind my ears. I heard someone gasp out loud, I saw Mary staring outside her window, I followed her gaze. There is a stunning young guy, riding a muscular bike. He looked almost like a model, I didn't get much chance to have a look at him. He rode at full speed that he passed through our bus almost like a lightning.
The classes were quite boring today as it is the first day of the semester. We were introduced with different subjects that we have for the sem. At noon we enrolled ourselves in drama club and social service club. Acting is something I'm really good at considering how I pretend to have a perfect life in front of others.
Julia didn't join us at our table today which is very weird. She always does, our group always sits together and gossip about the stuff. Emma, Julia and me are like close friends. We always go together everywhere. Emma is more like me in the inside, though she is outgoing she is sort of reserved unlike me and Julia. Julia always pries her to be like us but I always reply to that in my mind saying that 'don't be like me, I'm a sick actor.'
"Where do you think Julia is?" I asked Emma.
"She went to see if everything is ok with Ryan."
"What?"
"You know she overdoes everything, he is probably scolding her for going after him, like he is her small brother."
I smiled at the thought. Julia is a worry head that is one of the reason that I never spoke to her about my secret.
While i'm fidgeting with the bread crumbs. In the corner of my eye I saw Julia stomping into the cafeteria.
"What's wrong,Jules?" Emma asked.
"What does he think about himself?"
We waited for her to complete her ranting.
"He says that I shouldn't mention anyone that he is my brother and I shouldn't talk to him at college."
I patted her gently not knowing what to say.
"Boys.." Emma sighed.
"Let's go and see what play they are planning for the freshers day."
"Let's go." we dragged her with us.


“Back to hell again.” I sighed.
I groped for the key on the top of the door. Mom usually comes home after 6pm and mom lost the spare key so I came up with this plan.
The house looked calm and lifeless. I freshened up before Mom came in. I turned on my computer and started on the assignment that is due next week. At home I keep pretty much to myself since my parents aren’t interested to talk to me which gives me plenty of time to study and work on whatever I want to do.
Like every day I tried to get to bed early but woke up as usual when I heard their screams. I heard Mom saying that she had enough of him. Dad trying to explain something, I couldn’t hear him clearly and I plan not to. I grabbed for my jacket and hurried on to the roof by the window.
I tried to count the stars to take my mind out of the things, doing so I slept at around 100. I woke up after some time and hurried inside. They seem to have retired to the beds. While I was arranging my bed I heard a knock on my door.
My heart beat increased Was Mom hurt again? I thought. My nerves failed me; I hold my breath to hear dad’s frantic voice saying Mom is hurt. Whoever it is, they might have thought I’m fast asleep and left because there is not another knock.
“Meg, are you in there?” Dad whispered slightly opening the door and peeping in.
I said something like ‘yeah’
“Meg, honey. I wanted to talk something. Can I come in?” he said already in.
He made me sit on my bed. He sat beside me. My heart skipped with joy. I was never this close with dad.
“Can I ask you a favor?” he said.
“Anything for you.” I said.
It’s very nice to hear his voice so calm. I actually like his voice this way; it’s deep and full of emotions.
“Tomorrow, I’ll bring a guest home. Will you take care of her for me?” He said tentatively.
“I’ll but who is she?” I