I woke up with a dreadfully dull mind. I didn't even want to wake up anymore. I started to cry as the alarm started to beep. Did I really have to go to school again? My brother, Ivan, gently opened the door, fully aware that today wasn't the day. He sat down on my bed and hesitantly said, "it's time to get up, Katie." I gave him a glare. He lightly put his hand on top of mine. "Please. I know you don't want to, but you'll be home before you know it." He sadly smiled. I sat up and hugged my brother. I loved him. He was always there for me. Even when no one else was.

My mom slammed the door open. "Get up you rat," she spat at me and slammed the door closed. I rolled my eyes. I was used to it by now. Ever since I was diagnosed with depression, she hated me. She told me she didn't want a freak for a daughter. Those words stuck with me. "Don't listen to her, Katie. Love yourself for who you are," my brother was, literally, a walking inspirational student PSA. "Why would I do that when I have you to do it for me," I giggled at him and kissed his forehead. I walked to the bathroom to get ready.

As I walked out, I noticed that my clothes were lay on the bed. I chuckled to myself. Ivan was like a mother to me. My real mom didn't fill the role. I changed and went downstairs. Ivan walked out just as I passed his room. He stared at me. I stared back. He pushed me out of the way and raced down the stairs. I ran after him, trying to get to the kitchen first. He obviously beat me to it. I walked into the kitchen, panting vigorously. I saw Ivan and Rosalinda, my sad excuse for a mom, talking and making breakfast. She was smiling and laughing until I walked in. Her eyes went dark and hatred filled them. "What are you looking at, rat? The family you're abandoning by pretending to be sick?! You selfish brat," the words easily slipped out of her tongue like knives stabbing my heart. "Mom," Ivan scolded. "You think this is a family? No. It's not. This is torture," i spat at her. Her eyes went wide. She raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "Don't talk to me like you know me! Now be a good dog and shut your mouth," she hissed and walked away.

I raised my hand to my cheek. It was bright red and burning. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I fell to the ground. I began to sob. I hated this. This wasn't what I deserved. Ivan dropped to the floor with me and pulled my close. I wrapped my arms around him. He planted a kiss on my forehead and began to stroke my hair comfortably.

"I want to go home," I stayed out of nowhere.

Ivan have me a confused look. "We're already here, though."

I stared at his blue eyes. They were beautiful. Light and dark blue mixed together.

"I want to go home-" I paused.

"To heaven."

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