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“ivee.” said her mom, a few days after she got accepted into U.A high with her brother. She barely had all the point but thankfully made enough after saving someone.
“yes mo-“ she always hated when she cut her off. She always did. until.
“why are the blades from your razor unscrewed.”
“I don’t—“
“Don’t fucking lie to me Ivee. I always knew something was wrong with you.”
I always hid everything. I’ve only cut myself in my first and second year of junior high. Why is she only saying something now. Though I shouldn’t be surprised. She never pays attention.
“Wrong with me? I haven’t done anything!” She said in attempt to reason. But nothing would ever get through that woman’s hard head.
“Don’t yell at me. Take off your clothes.”
“what..?”
“Take off your fucking clothes ivee.” She would’ve argued but that would just get her phone taken away. So she had no other choice but to prove to her she had no new scars. So she took off her clothes. Her mom looked at her body trying to find new scars, but found nothing. She even made me grab makeup wipes to make sure I didn’t cover it with foundation.
“I haven’t done anything mom.” She said as her mom walked out and slammed her door, not listening to her. I’m just glad dad isnt here. If he wasn’t on his work trip he would’ve whooped my ass.
it’s been a few days since this has happened. I doubt she’s still pissed but I think she was looking through my room yesterday because I found my room all messy when I came home from school. She barely pays attention to her kids anyway. Why does it matter if you’re never there for us. I told my brother about her looking through everything, but of course he couldn’t relate.
I’m so fucking paranoid now. I’m so scared of her finding things I don’t even have. “What if she looks through my phone and finds those screenshots of me calling a kid slurs?” Even though I did that ages ago. “What if she finds out I talk to complete strangers everyday?” “What if she finds out I read about sex everyday?”
Even if she did
I’m just glad she didn’t notice the fresh blood on my ankles.