Faking It... | ✓

D E M O N

One thing I hate more than having almost 47 minutes classes is the exam results. The day has finally come. I going to be in shit. Literally and figuratively.

"Elena, what happened to your math marks?" Mrs. Simone asked worriedly. Then there's that. I love my teacher and most of the time I wish she adopted me.

I mean, if I had to go home with these results to black parents. THOU SHALT BE SEEING FLAMES!!! I know it looks like an error but I'm making it exist.

"Tough times as usual and really tried my best but I guess my tests says otherwise." "Well good luck with your parents, I hope they understand." she winked.

"We both know they never do or even listen." I smiled weakly. This is officially going to be the death of me.

As soon as I got home, I stayed in my room for almost 3 hours trying to figure out how I can talk to my parents and tell them how I feel. But what's the point? They never listen.

So instead, I went to sleep.

*4 hours later*

"How was school?" Mom asked in the kitchen. I was getting myself warmed up by the indoor fireplace.

"It was bad. I got my marks today." I looked down at the fire. "I failed math." I murmured. "WHAT? Please tell me you're joking." She said in shock and so much angry.

I was scared of what she was going to do or say next. She's unpredictable. That's who I got that from.

"Go show this to your dad." She gave me back the report without looking at me. Her disappointment look appears.

I walked up the stairs to the television room knocking on the door first. "Hey dad, are you busy right now?" He looked up from his laptop. "Not really. Just finishing up my assignment, why?"

I handed him the report and skimmed through it. I really didn't want the same lecture over again from both of them. "Hmm. It's okay I know 2nd Term is hard but I still suggest that you need help." He weakly smiled.

WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED! I really did not expect that to happen especially from him. Finally someone who understood me although we barely talk to each other.

I nodded trying not to cry that much. Yeah, I'm a grown girl but still sensitive. Sitting on the far side of the door beside my bed. I started shredding heavy. When I was done, I thought of figuring out my plan to get my grades up.

"No. Get up now!" my mom barged into my room. Now this is when the shit gets real.

"This crying bullshit won't make those marks better." Of course it won't. I'm not that stupid.

"I don't care if you have to study all night but tomorrow morning you are writing a test on all of your subjects." She speeds out my room. "And there's no reason for you to close this door."

Yeah. I do. IT'S FUCKING COLD. I felt like doing something stupid that would make her even worse. But I decided to cure myself with music.

She never asked how I felt. She never asked how was my day. All she ever asked is if there's food in the house, are the boys home, how was the test and give me chores to do WHICH most of it, is completely irrelevant.

I have never had time for myself where no one bothers me. I guess I'll never have my freedom in this house. Since technically I'm the mother and she supports us financially.

Taking my emoji pillow slamming it om my face. Screaming to the top of my lungs. Feeling like I wanted to run away. Or call for adoption.

I still closed the door, making my bed with extra blankets. Plugging the laptop's charger behind my bed with my math books, tests and notes right next to it.

Music as my cure and escape from my emotion. Playing through my earphones was 'Halsey - Nightmare'.

Time went by, Writing 4 past papers and rewriting my notes. It was already 3 a.m. 4 hours left til bitch wakes me up to clean when the house is already spotless.

Well, I don't give a fuck. I'm going to sleep. No one must interrupt me while sleeping or else I will look like I'm going to kill someone. But obviously know who which is the person waking me up.