Imagery
section 3

I took the first step of the punishment I received, once in a while this pair of eyes dared to stare at some humans wandering outside the classroom. And of course it's no wonder that I found some of them staring hard at me, how not if I was already the only one running around in the field

I tried to ignore some of the colors of the voice that called my name, but it was still as if their words had broken through a heart that was already too soft.

*kriyingg-kriyingggg-kriyinggg*

The doorbell rang, but I just finished two rounds, my lower abdomen aches if I force it to rush.

" duh definitely in the room I'll get into new trouble.."

still only 3 rounds left, I have to hurry and hold the pain in the lower abdomen even though it feels very painful and even stinging.

It seems that the surrounding situation is completely silent, some rooms I found had spread the test paper to the participants. I'm the only one who hasn't received the paper

" bruukkk"

This left leg stumbled upon a stone that was why it was in this place. My body staggered and began to feel more dizzy just staring at the vast blue sky.

My hand felt my left head that felt a little sore, a red liquid was attached to my hand

This faint eye captures all the scenery around me, the sight that can be seen looks familiar.

" room..? Me in the room? Why am I in my room?"

Soon I might change my position to sit up and wake my body up to a pillow stacked on a bedless mattress.

" where is citra?"

Like the voice of the father who was in the house, strange to me because now is the time for father to work, why the father came home. Is that because of me?

" just look in her room, maybe she's not there. He will always be in his room that is locked tightly as if storing property only"

There was nothing more I heard of the conversation between the two of them, seconds later the sound of my room door being opened locked my eyes on him.

" sir...."

" are you gapapa, son? Gapapa pak citra just a little dizzy"

" thank God then"

For me the father is the front man but sometimes honestly not always so, because sometimes the father will incarnate like the attitude of mother to me

" duh ya drama father of this child. Where's the money I want to go to the salon now"

" where was 70 grand yesterday?"

" hey are mas! I really need to go to the salon now, if I don't make the most of it later tonight"

" why do you keep working in that cafe, not that I told you I would make a living. You don't have to!"

" what the heck are you mas, money so much where enough to be brought to kewarung aja directly abis and what? You forbid me to work? As long as you know acute gamau also work cape cape bantu muhin all my desires! If I wait for you my stomach will not feel in accordance with the nominal money you give"

Back again bickering clashed in front of my eyes, the sound of a loud voice continued to haunt me unceasingly to each other.

I don't want to interfere with them anymore, hearing one more slap landing on my mother's cheeks my heart felt very sliced.

" mommy.. Why do you guys keep going like this, I'm scared.."

I hugged my knees tightly by clinging to my two breasts

Those who began to switch places out of the room made me unable to resist this self-loathing, the end of this was not strong to hold back anger at myself

I got out of bed despite the pain in my head, I locked the door tightly hoping that this room would keep me from fear.

" i could still hear the continuation of their quarrel, if only this room could banish all sounds from outside the room. For sure I will feel very calm and can feel peace in the dark night"

This time I could only look in the mirror, staring at the reflection of an enigmatic image of myself

" hey cit! Can't you break up their fight"

" can't you be strong"

" your basic aghhh is never useful cit"

Many times these questions pop up in my brain, they spin around incessantly making this self hate all the more

the sound of shards scattering broke my daydream in front of the mirror

Drops of clear water began to wet this cheek, it was not strong to hold everything alone.

" open the door..."

The sound of pounding the door with the sound of the father making himself immediately quickly quickly moved to open the door

" yes, wait a minute"

I said while wiping away the still wet tears

I opened the door quickly until a sentence dawned on me

" what? Why do you keep locking the door! Will you continue to live alone? Are you going to bury yourself when you die? You useless kid!"

Mister? My father has again shouted at me as he pleased again, as I used to know even though now only occasionally he treats me badly

" mom sorry sir"

Just a small conversation we had, the father who was still frowning went out of the house.

No more voices were heard in this house, mother's voice was not heard in my ear. It's possible that you've gone out to calm down, every time they fight they'll go out of the house even though I don't know what they're feeling after a fight

I went back to bed looking for the thing I need right now3

" where is he? Why isn't there? It's gotta be around here somewhere"

I got back out of bed and looked for a needle I forgot where I was

" this is it"

An anti-rust needle was already within my grasp, I slowly raised my white uniform arm that covered the area of my life I was hiding

A few rows of small marks from the needle still leave black

" it's dried up, surely he already understands that today will happen"

One by one the lines began to be created again in my left arm, overlaying the old wounds that were still in effect

" aww"

I shut my mouth tightly like the door of the room I locked tightly back to.

Perih but it does not feel too painful for me because it feels more pain in my heart to make the wound that I scratched myself into nothing

Little by little the red dot began to smear my arm

I lay my body on this bed to end my game to just calm my mind.

" to this day I don't want to complain anymore, it's enough to run around the field, it's enough not to take the exam and it's enough to curse yourself for their fights that aren't always about me"

I closed my eyelids slowly, closing today in the afternoon without thinking about the uncontrollable emotions of the two people who would emotionally watch me sleep in time

The night wind awakens itself from sleep with the wound still wet

" hoaiy"

I squirm this body to satisfy the satisfaction after falling asleep

The wall clock that was right in front of my vision finally made me realize that this was still entering midnight.

Wounds that are still wet feel a little sore when this arm moves. I found the door wide open, but none of my father or mother could be heard inside the house. Have they not come home yet?