“Mirabella, open this door at once.” My mother’s voice came from outside the door. I wasn’t going to let it happen again. I picked the razor and gave myself 7 parallel cuts on my left wrist and watched the bleeding. It was satisfying to know I was leaving, I wasn’t going to feel this again, well, until minutes ago when they walked into my room.
“Baby, talk to me mama is here for you. Is this about the scholarship exam? You know I don’t care about that.” She said trying to calm me with her smile, her deceiving smile.
“Bella would you turn down the attention seeking and at least say something so I can get back to work?” My brother said as he adjusted off the desk across me. I can’t believe he feels I’m just seeking attention from them. I was pissed all over again, they are the reason I’m in here and I don’t owe them an explanation if they feel they did nothing wrong.
” Get out!” I managed to scream out as I bent my face trying to force down the tears forming in my eyes.
“What?” They all echoed as they exchanged looks.
“I said get out!” I yelled with the last strength I could gather. I wasn’t going to let them make me feel worse than I already have.
“I said leave my room! All of you! Go back to your perfect lives! Leave!” I yelled even louder as my family scrambled around wondering what had gotten into me. The tears were out but I didn’t care, they made me into what they are looking at. The doctor comes rushing in immediately.
“Is there a problem?” He asks looking at us in confusion.
” I need my peace and quiet and these people inside here Doctor, aren’t helping one bit! I want them out of my room now!” I said trying my best to talk clearly admist the tears.
“She is fine, doctor. I’m her mother, she is just having her meltdowns.”
“Mother? Oh so now you are my mother? You weren’t my mother days ago. You haven’t even been my mother all my life!” I yelled as the hot tears rushed down my face uncontrollably.
“Mind how you talk to our mother Mirabella. I won’t stand here and let you talk to her in that manner.” My brother scolds.
“That’s enough.” The doctor yells and he stands in-between us.
“Madam, please you would have to leave, your presence in this room isn’t good for the patient.” He said trying to sound polite to them. My brother storms out of the room fuming as my elder sister tries to help our dramatic mother out of the room. My little sister turns and gives me a concerned look before walking away. The doctor shuts the door and turns to me.
” You would be fine, I promise.” He gives me this really charming smile as he turns and leaves me to cry to sleep.