5. change

Trees swayed back and forth as the wind picked up the speed. A sunny afternoon day, bright sunlight and warmth. Almost too perfect.

My mother put her hand on the kitchen table as she looked at her phone. Her eyes lost deep in thought as she hummed.

My father walked through the door, clothes matted in car oil and dirt.

we were not moving anymore, my father abruptly arrived back a day after the accident. A shell of a person he used to be. A short buzz cut, m. cheeks and yellowed skin.

"Did you enjoy your bitch?" My mother casually remarked. Her voice full of spite.

I looked between them frowning. Why? why are they doing this? for what?

"Shut up before I give up something to moan about" My father smirked, raising his hand.

I kept my eyes down, fleeing the room. Walking into the bathroom I closed the door. My skin burned with unknown marks, scattered across my skin. The gold marks shone under the autumn soft sun.

Splashing water on my face, I lowered my leggings, pulling my socks up.

Biting my lip, I sat in the floor leaning against the old bathtub.

My eyes watering as I took a long, shaky breath in.

My parents voices rose, the situation escalating much faster then I anticipated. Wiping away my tears, I smiled.

I'll be fine.

My stomach burned as the ruins, sunk into my skin permanently marking me.

With a shaky breath I stood up.