Four hours ago…

I've never been so humiliated in my life! Liv got a new water fountain for the school and when she allowed me to be the first to take a drink, Parker poured a bucket of water over my head in front of the entire school!

To make things worse i'm sitting on our couch that I just cleaned yesterday in the middle of the living room soaked head to toe. When I asked to go and change they just told me to 'Man-up'.

I put two fingers to my temple and rubbed it absently. My head was beginning to feel like little needles repeatedly jabbing into my skull. I was forced to hear this oh so important family meeting about something to deal with our dad.

It's probably something stupid anyways...

Liv sat in the chair angled away from the couch, Parker was on my right side and on the other end of the couch was Maddie who were all engrossed in their tablets to even notice me looking at them.

A sudden horn wailing throughout the living room made everyone jump and cover their faces in defense, while I lightly squeezed the bridge of my nose as my headache worsened ten folds and shut my eyes quickly as the horn went off again.

I wanted nothing more than to shove that horn where the sun doesn't shine. The throbbing in my head repeated once again continuing its steady pounding.

I let out a loud sigh irritated, "Can you get on with it now? I want to change out of these wet clothes." I glared down at Parker. He either saw my expression and ignored it or wasn't paying attention at all.

"You guys know it's my dream to be a college basketball coach." Dad started.

Mom quickly continued for him, "And we've seen how you guys did with Parker going into the high school that we thought…" She looked over to him who sighed in response.

"I've been promoted a job over at the university-" Liv cut him off by clapping her hands quickly together and practically bouncing in her chair with excitement.

"Oh were so proud of you!" She beams happily at our dad with that expression that means everything is perfect.

"But it's two hours away and that means... I would have to be staying in an apartment near the university and won't be home most of the time."

I watched carefully as my sister's smile fell faster than a ball being dropped. For a moment I actually felt bad for her as she looked like a crushed puppy.

Everyone jerked up straight and the look of sorrow planted itself on each one of their faces. I sighed heavily as a feeling of lead sitting on the bottom of my stomach worsened.

Today felt like it was destined to hurt. To swallow everyone's feeling and teach us a lesson. It didn't feel right. How could our dad just leave us? Me?

I blinked hard as tear pricked at the corner of my eyes, I couldn't deal with this right now. Please not right now. I begged to myself in my head as I was the only one who usually listened.

My chest was on fire and all the sounds around me seemed to wither away. Was this a panic attack? I tried shaking away the effects but they held on tight as the small motion made it all worse.

I had to leave. I needed to be alone.

I forced my body upwards and pushed my tight muscles in the direction of my bedroom. The room I was in was closing in on me, the air was disappearing. My thoughts were cluttering up in my head as I couldn't reach out and touch one.

My body quivered in the light as the eyes of my family slowly turned their attention on me. Was I having another attack?

The question scared me enough to make my hands tighten into fists and shake like there was an earthquake. Needles stabbed into the tips of my fingers and my vision was in and out. I wanted nothing more than to be invisible.

I could still feel my legs trotting at a fast pace. Only the adrenaline pumping through my blood made me rush to get to the white stair case.

I roughly heaved myself up on the first step pushing away a set of hands and ignoring the barely conceivable words running out of my parents mouths.

The carpet under me felt as though it was frozen ice trying to make me slip and crack my head open, the limbs connected to my brain failed to follow orders as I kept grabbing my right arm with my left hand keeping it close to my cold wet chest.

A hot searing pain split through my skull a second later as I bit down as hard as I could on my tongue. The metallic taste reached me and I swallowed hard.

I was at the last step. Time didn't have meaning anymore, it was a mere idea in my head, the ever lasting pain rupturing from my insides was my only timer.

As the headache went down a few notches I used all my willpower to sprint through the hallway like a bat out of hell slamming the wooden door in my sibling faces not caring if they were hurt or not.

The last thing on my mind told me not to worry that there were more issues at hand, and it was my last thought as I sank down to the tile floor holding myself in my arms, tears running down my face like a waterfall, stabbing at my gut came faster and harder, and my eyesight turned white.

The pain was so unbearable my breathing came in short labored beats. It made me want to die. To ask for the hands of heaven to take me out of the misery I was suddenly aware of.

It felt like an eternity until the pain had began to subside and I could actually see again. No words left my mouth.

The attacks were getting worse not only were they affecting my vision but as I look down red stains hid under my nails making me back up in horror. My back touches the closed door as I stare wide eyes at the pieces of my own flesh were torn and flaking down my arms.

I barely even registered my screams until loud knocking sounded on the door. The vibration I felt on my back from it gave me the only source of realization.

I jumped up tugging my shirt over my head and throwing it on the ground like it's fire as I all but walk to the sink turning on the rushing water. I had to clean my mess up. Glancing down at the floor I noticed the blood stains on the tiles in small pools and my shirt laying next to it, then at my arms which wasn't in any better condition.

In mid panic I pick up the green washcloth closest to me and dab my skin before turning it into strong downwards motions. They can't find out. They can't find out...

My scrubbing turned into hard fast strokes, blood wouldn't stop dripping out from a certain open cut right above my wrist. It was beginning to sting and the soft knocks from my mom turned into thunderous banging and yelling, it made me wince in fear.

"I'm so stupid." I kept whispering to myself in a hush tone.

I'm open to suggestions for the story since i'm kind of at writers block. And sorry for being so late but like I said 'writers block'