Sapphire: The Color of Courage
Summary: Sapphire lives with her mother and uncle, in her uncle's house.
Her uncle, Jack, thinks that his sister (Sapphire's mother) raised Sapphire
all wrong. He claims that Sapphire has turned out all wrong. He doesn't
like Sapphire at all. So, Jack's solution, beat Sapphire until she becomes
the "proper young woman" he wants her to be. So, her uncle abuses Sapphire,
but her mother won't do anything about it because she is scared of what
will happen if she does do something. Sapphire isolates herself from
everyone, except Danny, her best friend, and a new boy in school. Both
Danny and the new guy give Sapphire the courage to do something about her
uncle's abuse on her.
As I got out of bed and stretched, I could feel the new bruises had
already formed. I really didn't want to go to school. I knew that I looked
horrible without having to look in my mirror.
The door to my room opened and a light on in the hall shone through
into my room. A dark shape filled my doorway.
"Sapphire, your mother has made a lovely breakfast for you in the
kitchen." My uncle Jack's gravelly voice made me cringe.
I only nodded in response. I didn't want to talk to him. My voice
seemed stuck in my throat. I felt the lump forming in my throat that I was
coming accustomed to.
Uncle Jack left, leaving my door open. I got dressed in the
darkness that was my room. I guessed that he had turned the hall light off.
Then, I went into the kitchen.
My mother and uncle were sitting at the table, enjoying a nice
breakfast of eggs, pancakes, and orange juice. I grabbed an apple the
counter and sat down at the table. My mother and uncle stared at me. My mom
looked hurt that I didn't want any breakfast, and Uncle Jack looked angry.
I recoiled away from my uncle. The look on his face was scary. His eyebrows
were scrunched together, making it look like they were one long line.
"Sapphire, your mother went through all of that trouble of making a
nice breakfast for you, and you don't even eat it?" Uncle Jack's voice was
full of anger and hatred, both aimed at me.
"Jack, please," my mother said, trying to calm him down a little. I
didn't think it was going to work.
"No Margaret. Sapphire is an un-grateful little girl. She needs to
be raised better. And while she is here, she will be taught under my
rules." Uncle Jack reached across the table, and with a loud crack, his
hand met my cheek.
I flinched. My cheek felt like it was on fire. I was pretty certain that
this new encounter with my uncle would leave another bruise on my cheek.
I excused myself from the table and went into my bathroom. It was
conjoined to my room, so I could have my privacy. I flipped on the light,
closed the door and looked into my mirror.
A girl with slightly tanned skin, golden waves of hair, icy blue colored
eyes and a few bruises around the eyes gazed back at me. Wincing, I touched
the side of my face, and the burning sensation increased. It would
definitely become another bruise.
Sighing, I pushed a few stray strands of golden hair away from my face.
I found a hair tie underneath my mirror and fastened in into my hair.
Admiring my work for a moment longer, I twisted my hair into a bun. That
I slung my backpack over my shoulder and hurried out the front door. The
bus was waiting at the bus stop, getting ready to take all of the kids
inside to the horror that was waiting for them in the halls of high school.
I stepped up the stairs.
"Hey sweet thing," some boy in the front called to me as I walked by. I
shot him the strongest glare I could muster, and walked to the back of the
bus, where I belonged, away from my fellow peers.
A girl in the seat in front of me turned around in her seat and looked
at me. Her head cocked to the side.
"Hey, Sapphire right?" The girl asked, but didn't give me a chance to
reply before continuing. "You must tell me how you get your make-up on that
I wasn't wearing any make-up. In fact, I rarely ever wore make-up. The
only kind of make-up I wore was foundation, and I only wore that to cover
the bruises on my face. The girl turned around and went back to gossiping
with the girls around her about how some girl name Marie just broke up with
At the next stop, two people got on the bus. Both came to sit in the
back. One, the one that I knew, sat next to me. The other one sat on the
seat next to mine, only separated by the isle.
"Hey girl!" Danny greeted me warmly. Danny, or Danielle, which was her
real name, set her backpack next to mine on the floor of the bus. She
pushed her bouncy, black curly hair out of her face.
"Hi Danny," I said, smiling for the first time since Friday. Today was
Monday. "Is it windy?" Her hair looked very messy and windblown.
"Just a little," she replied sarcastically. That was her style. Sarcasm.
"Who is that?" I asked Danny, nodding toward the boy who had gotten on
the bus with her.
"Oh, just some new guy," Danny said, shrugging. She nudged me. "Cute,
I casually glanced over at him. He seemed tall, taller than some other
boys. He had blond hair, that looked wild, but I supposed that was just
because of the wind. His eyes were a blue-gray that seemed to be very warm,
and comforting. His face was absolutely gorgeous.
"So not cute," I said, reluctantly tearing my eyes from his face.
Danny's mouth dropped open, until I continued. "Completely beautiful."
"Definitely," Danny said, nodding with approval.