THE REJECTED HUMAN

RITA~

"Oh my God, it was an accident, why is no one listening to me? I didn't mean for that to happen" I yell, my voice losing its composure.

"Rita you-" my dad tried speaking but I cut him off.

I didn't mean it dad, you have to believe me mom. Rana, why aren't you saying anything, you know what happened was a mistake, don't you? Enzal, you too?" I ask my family but no one said any word.

I look around desperately, searching for the eyes that would hold mine, believing all that I am saying, but nobody dared to. Disappointment was written in my faces. My father was more disappointed and he didn't try to hide it.

My whole family looked away, every single person, no one of them believed me or even remotely believe my claims of innocence.

"Wow, oh my God, wow" I mutter, breaking down in tears as I crumple on the prettily designed sofa, but no one I had just appealed to came near me to comfort me nor soothe me.

They just watched me cry out my eyes till I was ridden with a running nose and red eyes.

My mom and dad watch from afar, my mother glaring openly at me. My heart shattered into a million pieces as I stare down my feet.

My father took few steps further away and they all collectively shook their heads.

"You don't need all these pretence Rita. everyone knows how you are with Sam, you were never on good terms with him anyway, so after all these, you think we'd doubt that you did that to him?" My mother finally spoke up after so long.

"Rita, I'm your father and I love you so much. I've also watched you grow from a toddler to the grown woman you are now. I know everything you're capable of and I will affirm now that you are capable of doing this. Yes, this was an intentional act, things don't just coincide and happen by accident." He said and I could swear I heard a bang deep in my heart, shattering them.

"Rita, we're not even condemning you but the least you could do is to own this, it has happened and we've already seen a way forward and Sammie isn't going to die, you denying this so vehemently isn't going to change anything. Why not just own it?" Enzal intoned right after my father. I swallowed hard not believing my ears when Rana contributed the worst of it all.

"We all know what you can do, Rita. We've lived with you all our lives and we know what happened with Sam, stop this bullshit pretense, we know what you did girl, we know!"

"This isn't my family! This isn't my family!! This isn't...my... family..." I chant like one possesed with a demonic spirit in her mind. I might be possesed anyways. I don't even know myself anymore. If my family could not believe me then not even myself could.

I went over the words again and again until I was sure that I was imagining what was going on in front of me.

I sat there on the floor, watching my parents and siblings walk out on me, they walked past and my mom added "We expect you to come visit Sam in the next few days, we're unable to explain what happened to him, perhaps only you can do it; I don't expect to remind you."

This was the last straw. immediately they had all filed out, like one possessed by a demon, I sprang up in a daze, my face still tears strickened, I ran into my room without turning back, then returned as if as an afterthought.

I went to the kitchen, took some of the boxes of cereal into the room, there was a water dispenser, toilet and bathroom and most of all I needed was in my room, my room could even pass for a self contained apartment.

I grabbed most of the fruits and frozen meals in the family fridge in the kitchen and dumped them into mine. basically, I am taking a whole lot of stuff into my room as I don't intend seeing anyone for a very long time. After about ten minutes, the tears seemed to have dried off a little.

My long black hair now in a bun as opposed to my unruly look moments ago seeming like one with a new found determination.

Then with a helpless smile, I walk into my room, turned the knob and locked the door.

I move the bedroom sized sofa in my room to the door as a double lock.

As if finally shedding my temporary tough skin, I broke down again in tears, crying and crying and crying for the next couple hours, just there, curled on my bed helplessly in fetus form till the next day when I was woken by the rays of sunlight that escaped into the room just to spite me.

To remind me that I am once again awakening to such a sad horrible life, where I have nothing like family, where everyone thinks of me as an awful person who could harm my younger brother.

I stretched, my head was banging from all the crying, last night and even in my sleep.

Fuck!

Unwilling to get up from the bed as pressed as I am, I curse mentally, my bladder threatening to give up on me

Thinking of my kidney and all the things that could go wrong for not standing up right there and then, I sighed.

Ugh! groaning, I carried myself up with great effort, made my way to the toilet within, and after doing my business, she stop at the toilet sink mirror, where I took a look at my rough looking face with unclear eyes.

Seeing the eyebags settled underneath my swollen eyes, I sighed again. I'm a person who loves looking good at all time but for once in my life, my swollen black eyes didn't bother me.

It was far from important as I already have a lot going on in my mind. With everything that had gone on in the last few days…

recalling the phone call to my parents and siblings that drove them back to Ohio on Thursday evening, where I announced that Sam was in the hospital, Friday morning when they finally arrived back home from the cut short vacation, Saturday, when I had related what had happened with no single family member believing and today, I'm looking as miserable as shit.

Washing my face with the little soap remaining in my soap bottle, the rapid knocks on my door began, driving me back from my series of thought.

"Rita! Rita!"

I hear the person call my name. yell actually as the voice was piercing my eardrum.

Is Sammie back already??? Why else would anyone be calling for me if not to inform me of his arrival or could anything else be wrong? My thought were going all over the place.

Whatever it was, I've made up my mind not to see anyone.