Marissa Michelle Manning
Grade 10
Degrassi
And she's waiting patiently for the boy who's never going to come back.
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Post by Marissa Michelle Manning on Jun 28, 2013 18:06:17 GMT -8
Marissa needed a drink. She craved it, couldn’t function without it. She needed to feel numb and drinking helped with that. But she did not have the one thing she truly felt that she needed anymore. She did need something, however. Something, anything, to make her pain go away. No one could possibly understand how she was feeling. NO ONE! She did not even have any friends, anymore. Well, for the most part. She did still have Shayne, but she did not understand why. Why didn’t Shayne just leave like everyone else did? Marissa knew that she did not deserve to have any friends. She was not worth it. She had been so horrible to everyone she knew. Before, she could not have cared any less. But now that she was sober, not drinking a drop, she felt the guilt eating away inside of her. And it was becoming unbearable for the young girl.
It was around two in the afternoon and she left the community center and headed straight to the bathroom. She really hated it here. She couldn’t do anything that she wanted. She was forced to eat and couldn’t even leave until she did. If she went to the restroom after a meal, then she was supervised. God, she did not need any of this. She did NOT belong here. She did NOT want to be here.
Marissa walked into the restroom and looked around. Thankfully, it was completely empty. She walked over to the sink and stared at her reflection. Her black hair was in her face, she had definitely changed since she started tenth grade. Her anger was rising and she needed to numb the pain that she was in. She felt tears stinging her eyes and before she could think what she was doing, she punched the mirror as hard as she could, shattering it. Her hand was bleeding from punching it. She looked down at the broken shards of glass in the sink and picked one up, shoving it into her pocket. For later. Suddenly, everything was getting to be too much. Tears fell down her face as she grabbed another shard and sliced it across her wrist.
And then she dropped the bloody piece of glass into the sink and backed away from the mirror. She took off her jacket and wrapped it around the hand and wrist that was bleeding and rushed out of the bathroom, panicking. She rushed down the hall, avoiding eye contact with anyone. When she reached the phone, she picked up with the opposite hand, her hand shaking and dialed Elliot’s number.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2013 18:11:15 GMT -8
Work was starting to get boring. And sure, work wasn't supposed to be fun. But did it have to be so dull? If it wasn't for his husband, he would have quit a long time ago. But he knew he couldn't do that unless he wanted to starve. So, he was stuck. At least it was lunch time now. He always lunch. He sat on the roof that they had just finished putting up, enjoying the meat lover's sandwich that his husband had packed for him. He sat alone, unbothered. That is, until the teenagers showed up. Two boys, one girl. And the punks decided it was a good idea to mess with the structure. Well, he'd teach them. Grabbing the kiwis that had been packed with his lunch, he took aim and sent the fruit down, hitting the girl's shoulder and knocking the hat off one of the boys' head. He looked down at them angrily. ''Get out of here!''
Elliot watched them run off, snickering. Bastian wouldn't approve, but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Incidents like this were why his husband didn't want kids. Eh, it was a moment of insanity, anyways. He should have never allowed that kid to get under his skin like that. He still didn't know how that happened. She was a little brat who talked like a baby. It was annoying. And yet...and yet, he had gone home wishing he could take her home with him. That was nearly two months ago. Still, every so often he thought about that little girl. Had she found a home that was safe? Whatever. He didn't care. He didn't even want to be thinking about her. So when his cell rang, he was glad that it was interrupting his stupid train of thought. Picking up the phone, he greeted in his usual way. ''I didn't do it.''
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