HER GREAT ESCAPE

by Alain Ortega

Her head sat in her hands as it often did at times like this. Holed up in her room, like a cave bear hibernating, as she liked to refer to it. Tears leaked through the gaps in her fingers, the closed door could not prevent the screams coming from the opposite side.

"Go tell her that she's no longer to see that boy!" His voice was angry, she knew it would happen like this.

Yea that's right, she thought savagely, blame your daughter's boyfriend for this, because I just cant have problems by myself.

She never got why he always blamed her boyfriend. It was as if he would blame anyone but her, hoping that somehow she wasn't messed up like she new she was. There was no reason for him to think this was his fault, even he couldn't deny the pain he saw on her beau's face when she was depressed.

"In the bathtub there's a razor and she's planning her great escape." she sung under her breath, "The lyrics to my life."

The fighting outside stopped, she had said the last part a little too loud, and it startled her parents into seconds of silence, it didn't last and as soon as it stopped it stared again. The screaming never stopped and it almost always seemed to be about her. She always blamed herself for their problems especially in situations like this.

Make me hurt, watch me cry, favorite pastime, huh?

There was no longer much chance of them leaving her out of this argument, she could hear their voices coming closer to her door.

"Just leave her alone for the night!" her mother said with little concern in her voice.

"You're fucking insane, woman!" he said rankly.

"You can't reprimand her for this." she heard the footsteps slow as they got closer.

"The hell I can't. What's she trying to do?" she heard him fall into the wall. "She's putting herself out there to get herself in a foster home like last time."

"I thought we agreed that, that was a lapse of judgement and to leave well enough alone." there was an obvious tone of concern in her mothers voice now, but she could tell that her mother didn't want to start arguing with him again.

That wasn't a lapse of judgement! She thought furiously, They just never trusted me! And they wonder why I'm like this.

She looked down at her bedspread knowing what she was going to see, and when she did, it made her feel slightly better, she still had control, even if they knew about it now, she still had control. She raised her arm off the bed and watched her blood drip slowly off of it.

They'll see! They'll see. She was starting to feel light headed, she got off her bed, head spinning, and locked her bedroom door. They'll see. She sat back down on her bed and laid her head on the pillow. They were finally at the door and there would be no getting in unless they broke it down. Black spots obscured her vision as she listened to the banging on the door. They'll see.

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