Eclipse Child |✔|

|5|

Today 
is the day
to stop pretending
that you are okay
with not
being okay. 

Yesterday 

could have been

 the day

you lied your last

"I'm fine"

Tommorrow 

could be the day 

you actually 

mean it. 

If you do not 

pull the weeds

 in the garden, 

the flowers 

will never

grow.

~g.h.

***

Hard stone presses against my back as I lean into the wall. Letting my head fall to take in the fresh wounds upon my right hand.

I look up when the door is pushed open.

"Mom," I murmur.

Her eyes widen at the scene, darting to take it all in.

The hair.

The hand.

The broken glass.

"Soraya, oh..."

I smile up at her. "I slipped."
Her face twists at the lie. She probably could already see through it.

"And, did the fall cause you to lose all your hair?"

I blinked innocently up at her, "it was just getting heavy."

She sighs and shakes her head, her eyes still lingering on the fresh red.

I quickly hide the ragged skin from her sight, noting now that she matched me.

Her hands were also red.

I knew what those hands on her meant.

When mom painted with red, you didn't disturb her. She fell away from you.

The only ones who had a chance of bringing her back were dad, Uncle Mark and maybe sometimes Leo.

I had never made the list.

"I'm just going to get Leo to clean it for me. It will be fine," I spread my smile up at her, painting the image upon my mask- watching her frown away from the sight.

Because I knew that mom hated the sight of blood.

I stand, cradling the injured hand to my chest as I slowly walked around her.

I'm halfway down the hall when her voice stops me.

"How did it go today?"

I turn around, to face her anxious smile.