How my life changed

Chapter 3

When I woke up I still was very dizzy. I heard the door open but I couldn´t open my eyes fully. Everything was blurry and yet I could see the outlines from Pitch very well. He sighed angrily when he saw me but didn´t seem to notice that I was awake. 

"I can´t believe this idiot left the light on!", he cursed and turned the light off before he left the room again. 

Slowly, I could feel tears run down my cheeks. His only problem was that I had left the lights on? I thought he would at least worry a little bit about me after seeing my wounds. But nothing. Not even a single sign of any feelings from Pitch. 

What´s the point of living in this world? No one loves me, nobody cares about me, no one remembers me, I am nothing...

I slowly stood up and held on at the sink tightly. My vision was blurred a little and the tears were burning in my eyes. It was dark and just the lamp outside on the street lit up the room a bit. But I am way too scared to turn the light on again at the moment... It could make Pitch angry... 

I washed my face and washed the blood from my arm. Even when it burned incredibly much and tears streamed down my face, I don´t regret what I have done. I regret that I haven´t managed to do it until the end again. After I had cleaned my arm and the small blade I put the razor blade back to the same place where it was before. Waiting for the next time. I closed the closet door and splashed a little cold water in my face. I took my towel, wiped my face and threw it into the hamper. I slowly reached for the doorknob and opened quietly the door a bit. Everything was dark. Looks like Pitch already went to bed. I quietly opened the door fully and walked in the direction from the bedroom when I noticed a light and quiet voices in the living room. So much for Pitch is already asleep. I slowly crept past the open living room door and saw Pitch sitting on his chair. He slept while the TV was running quietly. And you are telling me that I´m wasting too much electricity? Yeah, of course. When I finally arrived in the bedroom, I laid down on my little separate bed. It wasn´t even a real bed. There was no mattress, so it was only a bed base. Pitch meant it would be enough for me and brought me only to the normal bed when he wanted to have his fun with me. I curled up on the hard slats and hugged my legs. Of course, he didn´t gave me a blanket. Sometimes I wonder if he wants me to freeze to death. I sighed and closed my eyes. A completely normal Monday again.

The next day

I slowly woke up and felt all the pain from the beatings from Pitch and the lack of the mattress. I sat up and ran a hand through my hair before I finally looked around. Of course, I was alone again. Sometimes I really wonder what Pitch does that he always had to leave so early. He had left school a long time ago and had no job, yet he always had enough money. 

I sighed, took care of my normal morning routine when I noticed that I was way too late. I quickly grabbed my bag and ran to school. In the classroom finally arrived I noticed how hungry I was. With a growling stomach I sat on my seat and sighed. Maybe I still have money or anything to eat in my bag? I pulled my bag to me and searched through it but didn´t find anything. Sighing, I noticed that one handle was still torn off. I probably need to sew that because I don´t think that Pitch is going to buy me a new bag.

Quietly, I drew stuff on my papers while the class filled slowly. When the teacher finally entered the room it suddenly became quiet. What is wrong with them? Usually it didn´t interest them when the teacher comes in.

I slowly looked up and my mouth dropped. I probably saw the cutest guy on the whole world. He was tall, slightly muscular and looked incredibly good. He was wearing a blue sweater and tight black pants. His beautiful White hair was messy and underlined his ice-blue eyes even more.

"Class, this is our new student. His name is Jack Frost.", said the teacher and Jack waved shyly and smiled to our class.

I think my heart just skipped a beat.