do." He grabbed Effy's hand and dragged her towards the door. I felt bad that my dad didn't want me to be there. That's okay because I wasn't sure if I wanted to go with him anyways. I sat down in living room. The door slammed a few minutes later without a goodbye.
I turned on the t.v. and flipped through the channels. Nothing was on, so I went back upstairs to the bathroom. The shower eased my mind. The house was empty and quiet. I got out of the shower and put my robe on. I went to my room and put all my homework in my bag. My cell phone started ringing. I jumped on my bed, and picked it up. "Hello?" It was my Dad. "Yes, so we are going to go see Gran." He said. It sounded almost spiteful. "Gran’s house is almost four hours away. When are you going to be home?" There was a pause on the phone. I could tell he was argueing with Effy. "I'm not sure. We will be gone two days tops. I left my check book there so you can go grocery shopping. The list is on the table." "Okay well bye." "Yeah, bye." He hung up the phone.
I got a message on my phone a few seconds later. It was from Effy and it said Hey i'm sorry for my dad. We will be back on Wednesday. Bye I love you. I will call you tomorrow! I smiled and closed my phone. I plugged in my phone to the charger. I put on some shorts and a tank top. I got my easel out and then a huge canvas. I started sketching out someone. I didn’t know who it was. I just felt like painting something besides fruit in bowls. I stopped when I got to the body. Since dad wasn’t home I just put the easel to the corner. My father didn’t like that I painted. I almost always painted the tunnels that I was in. It wouldn't be so bad but every picture I painted like that it ended up in flames. I tried so hard not to paint the flames but something would always make me do it.
My father didn’t talk about that day. I think he blames himself for what happened that day. I didn't help after the fire though. I was trying to find the boy so much. He tried to take me to counselors and mental hospitals. I would wake up in the middle of the night screaming and clawing at my arms. The scars on my arms use to always hurt back then. They don't hurt anymore, but they look awful. I always wear jackets or long sleeves just to hide them. I didn’t like to show them to anyone. I sighed and went to lie down. I braided my hair back so it wouldn’t be in my face. I turned the lamp off, and went to sleep.
I turned on the t.v. and flipped through the channels. Nothing was on, so I went back upstairs to the bathroom. The shower eased my mind. The house was empty and quiet. I got out of the shower and put my robe on. I went to my room and put all my homework in my bag. My cell phone started ringing. I jumped on my bed, and picked it up. "Hello?" It was my Dad. "Yes, so we are going to go see Gran." He said. It sounded almost spiteful. "Gran’s house is almost four hours away. When are you going to be home?" There was a pause on the phone. I could tell he was argueing with Effy. "I'm not sure. We will be gone two days tops. I left my check book there so you can go grocery shopping. The list is on the table." "Okay well bye." "Yeah, bye." He hung up the phone.
I got a message on my phone a few seconds later. It was from Effy and it said Hey i'm sorry for my dad. We will be back on Wednesday. Bye I love you. I will call you tomorrow! I smiled and closed my phone. I plugged in my phone to the charger. I put on some shorts and a tank top. I got my easel out and then a huge canvas. I started sketching out someone. I didn’t know who it was. I just felt like painting something besides fruit in bowls. I stopped when I got to the body. Since dad wasn’t home I just put the easel to the corner. My father didn’t like that I painted. I almost always painted the tunnels that I was in. It wouldn't be so bad but every picture I painted like that it ended up in flames. I tried so hard not to paint the flames but something would always make me do it.
My father didn’t talk about that day. I think he blames himself for what happened that day. I didn't help after the fire though. I was trying to find the boy so much. He tried to take me to counselors and mental hospitals. I would wake up in the middle of the night screaming and clawing at my arms. The scars on my arms use to always hurt back then. They don't hurt anymore, but they look awful. I always wear jackets or long sleeves just to hide them. I didn’t like to show them to anyone. I sighed and went to lie down. I braided my hair back so it wouldn’t be in my face. I turned the lamp off, and went to sleep.
