I noticed a small red patch near Pearlsky’s eye yesterday. No one knew why it happened, does not really matter. No big deal. This morning it was more of a bruise, lucky she does not have a black eye I guess. Whatever. Pearlsky did it to herself. It is no big deal.
She went to school.
As I have everyday since she was molested there, I went to school to check on her. She knows it, I know it.
I am proud of the fact that all I write on this blog is true. I only change names. Here is the conversation with the teacher, her words are all true, mine, well, this how I should have answered, not how I did.
What happened to Pearlsky’s eye? She came in that way.
When did you notice it?
What did you do when you saw it?
Fuck you. Do you want to see the bruise on my ass?
I did ask if every student in the school is quizzed about every bruise, scratch or mark they come in with. And then I happened to mention …
You ask me this in the very room from which Pearlsky came home with her eye partially swollen shut, her bra on backwards and a cut on her vulva?
I am tired.
Sleep does nothing for this kind of tired.
My mind is tired.
My soul is tired.