As it turns out the trashman was just dumping our trash into the truck and driving away as i am coming out the door. Which leaves only one option left for me... Dominic.
"so what are you going to do now that you cant dig through the trash?" Charlie says from behinde me.
"Ah!" I jump "Gosh Charlie" He gives me an apologetic look. "What do you mean what am i going to do now? Hm? its your fault im in this position anyway. So do really what to know what comes next, you really want to know what position you put me in?" I give him a stern look. I try to be mad at charlie but i cant be mad at him right now. Everytime i look at him i feel sad not mad. Even though he did this to me i can not be mad. Cause he is leaving me cause i disapointed him.
"No i guess i dont really want to know. I just want you to be safe and healthy Luce" charlie says. My dad always called me Luce. no one else in the world dared to call me that after he died but when charlie started calling me that a few months after it seemed sorta... calming. I turn away from him to hide my struggle and go back up to my room.
I enter my room and close and lock my door. Time to see the damage of the "accident". I wonder what it is called when it really isnt an accident. Oh yeah... a suiside attempt. On one side of my room there is a mirror that takes up the whole wall, floor to ceiling. I stand infront of it and take off my shirt. I look at my broken body. There are brusis all over. If i saw myself walking down the street I probably would know what my natural skin color was; is it purple? green? blue? I unrap the guaz that are holding my broken ribs together. I get to the end of the strip and its taped to my skin. Ah gosh this is going to hurt. On the count of three. One, two, three... Oh my.. gasp... i dont think i can breathe. I let out a stream of curse words. Deep breaths luce deep breaths. After what seems like a half an hour of doubling over in pain i straighten up and see the real damage.
"so what are you going to do now that you cant dig through the trash?" Charlie says from behinde me.
"Ah!" I jump "Gosh Charlie" He gives me an apologetic look. "What do you mean what am i going to do now? Hm? its your fault im in this position anyway. So do really what to know what comes next, you really want to know what position you put me in?" I give him a stern look. I try to be mad at charlie but i cant be mad at him right now. Everytime i look at him i feel sad not mad. Even though he did this to me i can not be mad. Cause he is leaving me cause i disapointed him.
"No i guess i dont really want to know. I just want you to be safe and healthy Luce" charlie says. My dad always called me Luce. no one else in the world dared to call me that after he died but when charlie started calling me that a few months after it seemed sorta... calming. I turn away from him to hide my struggle and go back up to my room.
I enter my room and close and lock my door. Time to see the damage of the "accident". I wonder what it is called when it really isnt an accident. Oh yeah... a suiside attempt. On one side of my room there is a mirror that takes up the whole wall, floor to ceiling. I stand infront of it and take off my shirt. I look at my broken body. There are brusis all over. If i saw myself walking down the street I probably would know what my natural skin color was; is it purple? green? blue? I unrap the guaz that are holding my broken ribs together. I get to the end of the strip and its taped to my skin. Ah gosh this is going to hurt. On the count of three. One, two, three... Oh my.. gasp... i dont think i can breathe. I let out a stream of curse words. Deep breaths luce deep breaths. After what seems like a half an hour of doubling over in pain i straighten up and see the real damage.