A Broken Mind

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A/N:hi guys! just letting you know this is the first book ive written,so please comment like and share,and no hate please.Hope you like it enjoy!

I looked at my alarm clock 7:03am it read.It was the first day back to school and I was already late.I pulled back my duvets and went to sit up. I felt a sharp pain go through my ribs,as if there was someone inside me dragging a knife through my body,then it hit me..

I remembered what had happened just before I went to sleep lastnight.My stepdad had come home at 1:46am lastnight drunk again.Ever since my mom had left me and my stepdad Jack when I was nine,he went out everynight and always came back drunk and of course he took every emotion he every felt out on me,which would explain every bruise on my body..but the scars..the scars were all me.

I stood up slowly holding my ribs and making sure I didnt make a sound in case I woke up Jack who was usually passed out just outside my door or on the kitchen floor.It was usually my room because after getting my nightly beating he would stay out there and listen to every move I made incase I would call someone and report him,I never did though,because Jack was a lot taller then me and so much stronger too,Last year after one of my beatings I tired hitting him back,I regretted it once my fist touched his face and before I knew it I was laying on the floor with his foot on my chest,I was loosing my breath fast as he threw an empty beer glass bottle which just shattered above my head.

At school I was just considered as weird,unsociable and damaged but goodlooking,and that hurt a lot. When I was younger my mom let me have lots of friends who would come over on the weekends and she would take us to play ice hockey or football.But when she passed I stoped talking to people and kept all of my emotions and hurt to myself and thats when I picked up all of these names.

I stepped outside my bedoom door and let out a sigh of relief when I saw the passage way was clear,that only ment Jack was in the kitchen,I went to the bathroom shaved showered and got dressed for school.I went skipping breakfast to avoid contact with Jack and within an hour of walking through car parks,roads and playgrounds at 8:30 I arrived at the shit whole filled with nothing but fake bitches.

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