MY OC's STORY..

I'm writing a story,  idk what i'm doing. its about my oc, but its Lowkey depressing rn. 

TW: Self harm, suicidal thoughts & actions, religion beliefs, abuse, drug use & alcohol, 

I hear the silent whispers from all around me, whispers of prayers to god. The god that ruined my life. 

I'm not sure if I can be forgiven. 

“Wake up Ez!” I hear as a soft touch on my shoulder shakes me, I feel myself gripping back into reality as a blurry figure from in front of me starts coming more clear. My little sister and brother dressed in the finest clothes they own, my sister in a yellow and pink dress with purple flowers engraved into the bottom she got for Easter, and my brother in a black vest and his black sketches are all nice and clean. “Get up fast brother! If mom realized you didn't get up on time she would leave us all here, and I'm hungry brother. Please” my little brother calls out. I whip out of my bed, my heart pounding, and my head hurting. I didn't know that church party was today, and I only have less than 5 minutes to get ready. My younger siblings run to grab my nice clothes and shoes, while I go to the bathroom to silk my hair back all nice. “ARE YOU KIDS ALMOST READY? THE CHURCH HOSTS NEED US THERE TO SAY THE STARTING BLESSING” my mother yells out in anger. “ONE SEC MOTHER” I say as I hear a scoff from the clean downstairs in the distant room. 

I hurried and grabbed the gel from the bottom shelf of the moldy sink, and the bottle slipped from my grasp and fell onto the sticky ground, the blue plastic bottle lid broke off and the gel went all other the dirt stained tiles. I rushed and got all the gel from the floor onto my hands, and stroked through my hair kneeling onto the ground. My siblings soon rushed into the bathroom with a black mismatched pair of socks and my dads old dress shoes that were too small for him, with a white long sleeve shirt and a black vest matching my brother. I slipped all that on, then I ran to my room to one of my hoodies in the corner and grabbed my pale concealer, and placed it under my eyes to prevent my eyebags showing. “EZRA NOW” my mother says as she stomps upstairs to my room, with my siblings following behind. I threw my concealer somewhere and ran to her. “Mother, mother, i'm ready” i say, then in a flash I feel a stinging pain on my face. “God will punish you if you do not follow his path” my mom said while she slapped me, and grabbed my arm. My face stings, and I try not to show reaction when she touches my arm, because if she finds out what happened to my arm, I'm not sure what would happen to me. 

We walked over to a big white bricked church, the sky all dull, and the air humid. We met an old lady standing by the door, wearing a pretty purple dress. “Hey Amanda, glad to see you here, we started getting worried you wouldn't show, who are these sweet children?” the sweet lady says, smiling with a comforting soft tone, glancing between my mom then to us. “These are my beloved kids, This is Ezra, my oldest boy, he's turning 15 in two days” My mother says, smiling, grabbing my shoulder and huddling close to me. I look up to this older woman and force a smile on my face as I shake her cold hand. “And these two youngins, are Simon and Sapphira, Simon is my cute young boy, he's only 8 and Sapphira just turned 10” my mother then pulled in my siblings close. “What cute kids, they're going to grow up being as great as you” the sweet woman exclaims. My body aches when she lady says that, like someone just punched my stomach. I just smile at her, thinking about everything my mother has done to me. I don't want to be like her.