Tabaahi

1- Misery

Athena's POV.

I woke up my body feeling sore as the sun was flashing in my room. The only light in my life seriously.

I had no energy to wake up and start the day. I hate going to school and I just hate my life in general. I should've never even been born in the first place.

Now, I have to live as a burden to everyone including myself. I sighed as I got up trying to bare the pain of my exhausted body as I made my way to the bathroom to fresh up.

I brushed my teeth, kept the same clothes on from yesterday, left my hair out open before grabbing my bag pack and going to the kitchen.

There he was. The man that hates me with all his guts. He was eating his breakfast which is was a bowl of cereals that he was aggressively eating for some reason.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" he asked as I zoned out.

"Nothing" I replied trying to mind my own.

"Don't be fucking late tonight or else you know what the consequences are" he reminded me.

"I'm never late" I dared to say.

He got up and approached me before grabbing the collar of my hoodie in a harsh way pulling me close to him. He had a good look at my neck and face before letting go.

"Good job at hiding the bruises" he said as I was disgusted at his words. That's supposed to be a compliment.

I made my way to the fridge, opened it and grabbed a water bottle before stepping out of the house.

Just as I opened the door to leave, my neighbour who's also the landlord was standing right in front of me with her arms folded looking into my soul as I was used to this.

"Where's your dad? It's impossible to sleep at night when both of you fight all the time" she says just like she does most of the time.

"I'm not fighting. He's just beating me up like he always does. Call the cops if you can." I suggested her.

She knows damn well I'm not the one fighting with him. It's the other way around.

"Who the fuck is it?" my dad joined as I stepped out and walked passed her.

I already know how this is going to end so I'd rather leave before I interrupt their everyday session.

Calling him my dad makes me throw up but at the same time, it's all I can really do.

I got on the bus, plugging my earphones in while waiting to get to school.

I have a few friends, they're all guys because I tried hanging out with girls and turns out they absolutely don't give a shit. They never see other people's pain, only theirs. And, if someone tries to take away their spotlight then it makes trouble.

I know it's not all girls but at least the ones I tried to get along with. They made rumours about me and when I tried opening up to them, they wanted to expose me.

So, I felt like being alone was better than being surrounded by snakes. Until, I met these guys. Sam, Shawn and Ahmed. Sam was the one who approached me first. I would always push him away when he was only trying to make me feel safe and be friendly towards me.

Ahmed and Shawn are also his friends. Ahmed is the most supportive guy you'll ever meet. And, he doesn't play around much. So when he's not serious, you know he's up to something. Even though Shawn is also friends with them as they are all in the same basketball team of our school, my first meeting with him was different.