They told me I would only have to be here for 30 days. I’ve been here for 63.
I do what they tell me because I want to leave. Wake up on time, shower in a bathroom that I share with people I barely know or trust, and eat breakfast. Food I hate. I’ve asked for something else but was told to eat what was offered, this isn’t a restaurant.
I know that.
I go school. Not my school, not anymore, a new school for kids like me. That’s what they told me. I still go because I want to go home. I do my work.
Its been 63 days. They said 30.
I’m not going to be nice anymore.
I don’t trust them, they lied to me.
I want to go home. I miss my mom.
When they ask me to wake up I will tell them to get out of my room and I will throw things at them. They will nod saying that the “honeymoon period” is over.
They are wrong.
I want to go home.
When I’m hungry I will eat what I want or throw things until I get it. I will punch holes in walls, become verbally aggressive, tell them I have rights. I am desperate to know the truth.
I will run for the door only to be grabbed by strong hands and pulled back. I will feel the ground on my back and spit into the faces of the liars around me.
Anger will engulf me. A fiery rage that I can not escape.
Medication will be prescribed to calm the beast.
I’ll feel lost.
I miss my mom.
What if she’s forgotten me?
This weeks Red Writing Hood prompt asked us; Is there someone who drives you crazy? Someone who really gets under your skin. Write a first-person piece – as if YOU are this individual. Write from his or her perspective and include the things that really bother you. For instance, maybe there’s a good reason why they eat with their mouths open, or why they use sarcasm as a weapon.