Cameron Dallas' Step Sister

Chapter 1

••Cameron's POV••

My alarm clock goes off. Ugh, it feels like it was just yesterday when my parents adopted my 17 year old step sister. Oh wait, it was yesterday. Her name is Emily, she has long, straight, brown, beautiful hair, bright blue eyes with grey on the inside, and she is beautiful without makeup, so I don't even know why she wears it. She didn't really talk at all when she first got here. I walk to the bathroom, which me and Emily have to share, and knocked on the door, knowing Emily is in there. "In a minute," she said. I heard drawers slamming and the door unlock. She peaked her head out of the door. "Yeah?" She asked. "Are you almost done in there?" I asked her. "Um...yeah. Almost," she sad back. I think she's hiding something.

••Emily's POV••

I woke up at 6:00 because, why not? Let me tell you a little bit about myself. My names Emily, I have long, straight, brown hair that I hate, my eyes are bright blue with grey one the inside, I hate them, and I look disgusting with out makeup. I come from a small town in Illinois. The school I went to was really small, but I was well known there. And no, I wasn't popular. I was bullied. Everyone, and I mean everyone, hated me. Slut, bitch, whore, attention seeker, cunt, ass, fat, ugly, pig, nasty, worthless, useless, suicidal, witch, skank, and way more. Those were my many names at that school. I was thrown against lockers, pushed against brick walls, ribs broken, arms, legs, knees, etc were broken, thrown into alleys, got my fingers slammed in lockers, and more. My mom abused me along with my dad. They would also call me those things. My mom tried to kill me before. She tried drowning me. My mom and dad did drugs and smoked. My dad died when I was 12 because my mom shot him. She's in jail now. I used to cut myself everyday, and I still do. When I was cutting, cameron knocked on my bathroom door. "In a minute," I said. I through my razor in my anxiety pill bottle and slammed the drawer shut. I quickly unlocked the door and peaked my head out. "Yeah?" I asked. "You almost done?" Cameron asked. "Um...yeah. Almost," I told him. I closed the door and cleaned up the blood. I walked out of the door and walked back into my room. I just layed in my bed and cried. All the memories are starting to come back. Why am I so fucked up?! I hate myself! Suddenly..Cameron walks in.