2 2:I Don't Care Anymore

I opened the door to my room and limped in .

My whole body hurt and all I wanted was to sleep. To just let go and loose consciousness for a very long time.

I went into my bathroom to take a shower hoping that the cold water could take some of the soreness away.

I removed my shirt and saw my wound. The right side of my hip was black and blue with bleeding bits of flesh here and there.I'll have to apply ointment on it after I bathe.

Stripping out of the rest of my clothing, I turned on the shower. Water flowed through my body and disappeared red into the drains.I let it soak me, to take my pain away.

I took a deep ragged breath before pouring hydrogen peroxide onto my hip. The clear liquid burned my skin making me hiss at the pain .Then I dressed it with whatever I could find in the first aid kit.

I looked at myself in the mirror and I felt empty .

I didn't know who this person was. I didn't know what she liked or her hobbies . All I could see was an empty shell that tried to drift through life....but I didn't know what that meant either.

What does drifting through life mean?

Taking a piece of cotton I wiped my lips and added medicine to it.

Then I went to bed.

Noises woke me up.

I could hear hitting and cussing from down below. I searched for my phone and remembered that I lost it. Then I looked at my alarm clock and saw the time.

2:13 am.

My Dad was fumbling and trying to find his bedroom, drunk.

Eventually he gave up and fell asleep on the living room floor .

I knew that I should have gone downstairs to help him , to get him to his bed somehow but I didn't.

Maybe this makes me a bad child maybe it makes me heartless letting my old man sleep on the cold tile floor .

But I just didn't care.

I just didn't care anymore.

If he wanted to drink his life away and die alone then he can.....

I closed my eyes and saw my Mom smiling, a tear slipped out of my eyes because that smile was so beautiful, just beautiful .

I am never going to see someone that beautiful again.

I cried myself to sleep that night because I couldn't save my Dad.......

I cried myself to sleep that night because I was weak and afraid.....

I cried myself to sleep that night because I missed my Mom, because no matter how much I prayed and begged God to give her back , I'll never see her again....

Never.

Sunlight poured through the half closed curtains .

I opened my eyes to the golden rays then shut them tight because it was too bright . Sleep was never complete without the morning stretch and yawn so I did that and winced.

I forgot about the wound .

The time showed 8:30 which meant that I missed first period .

Great.

I wanted to attend the rest of the classes so I quickly got up and dressed .

Down stairs I saw my Dad sleeping on the floor ....

I wanted to completely ignore his presence but I just couldn't so I covered his body with a blanket and kept a bottle of water and Aspirin in a table close by.

I knew that he wasn't going to notice the blanket or whatever ...

Whatever.

In school Tristan was nowhere to be seen.

Well that kind of behaviour was predictable of him .

Lunch came by and I was eating by the bleachers when I remembered that I had work today.

I worked as a waitress in a Chinese Diner after school.

It was not a very profitable job or anything but it helped in paying the bills and I got free food sometimes so I took it. Working with my wound would be hard but the Diner was very busy on Fridays so it would be a good distraction for me .

I walked back to my locker and took out my Chemistry note for next class.

I sensed someone behind so I turned around and got hit by a hard chest.

"What do you want Tristan ?" .

He was standing so close that our faces were just inches apart . I took a few steps backward to get some distance between us but he covered those steps so that I was pressed up against the locker and him.

I held my breath so that I wouldn't inhale too much of his addictive cologne.He smelled like a pine forest on a very cold night.....it was too much.

"How much did they take from you? " he asked in his very deep rumbling voice .

"Not much....its OK" , I whispered and felt embarrassed by how breathless my voice was.

He reached into his jean pocket and took something out. His hand had swirling patterns of ink on them and in his palm, he held my most precious possession - my chain.

"How did you get it back ?", my surprise was evident in my tone.

"I knew where they lived , I broke into the house and got it back at night"

I took the chain from his hand pretending to ignore the heat that radiated off him. The delicate piece of siver was the most important thing in the world to me.

"Thank you "

"What else did they take"

"Nothing ....just 20 dollars and my phone "

He took 20 dollars out of his pocket and gave it to me.

"Its OK you don't have to pay me back "

"But I have to "

"No you... "

"I have to"

He said without giving me time to respond and shoved the money into my palm.

Without another word Tristan Sky walked away.

That day when I came back home from school there was a new iPhone XR waiting for me in my bed.

Author's Note:

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Hello you rosiful person. I hope you are having a beautiful day with smiles as radiant as your heart...And if you are not then that is completely fine because you will swim through it one day and you will survive because you are such a big fighter and you have come so far in life.

STORY TIME!

So I have been thinking of something.... while I write the story of Rose and Tristan, I want all of us to bond as well with some *tea* ha ha i'm just kidding. Just tell me a story of something that hurt you then but doesn't hurt you now because you overcame that hurdle in your life.

I'LL BEGIN: I used to be bullied in school for not knowing how to speak English properly but today here I am writing a book.