Try Change Me (Editing and changing)

Chapter 01| New faces

New faces

They say pain is an illusion. Bullshit. I sure as hell can feel the pain streaming  though my body, the burn was unbearable I just want to end everything. Life's not worth living.

Getting out of bed was another bad decision, with a blink of an eye my face made contact with the cold-wooden floor. I guess I'm crawling.

It took me a while to gain the strength to stand on my own two feet then headed towards the bathroom, resting my hands on the sink blood tricked down and plopped on the white steel, it was then I realized. I lefted my head up high enough to scan my reflection staring back at me, I could hardly make out my features my entire face and body doused in my blood and scared with bruises.

I strolled over to the bath switching on both taps then stripped down bare, twisting the taps off then dripping in a feet first. The sensation from the warm water brushing passed all my open cuts was orgasmic. I let out a sigh of relief.

I stretched towards the counter beside my bathtub and grabbed the blade it's been my best friend now and then just a little something to ease the pain, the cold steal rested on my wrist before gliding through my skin, I tilted my head back and closed my eyes and continued rhythmically.

Soon after I rinsed off and wiped down wrapping my towel across my chest. Fathers gone now so I can get ready in silence. I sat facing of my tripled-mirror-desk, make-ups not really an option today taking that it looks like I've  been ran over by a bus.Twice.

So I applied a good layer of foundation to conceal the bruises the stalked over the the my wardrobe pulling out a pair or said wash shorts and an oversized jumper and tossed them on my bed before changing and accompanying my outfit choice with my ancient white converses or I should say brown -kind of like the dirt look- pulled my hair in a messy high bun grabbed my phone, keys and bag before descending downstairs.

Mum was still fast asleep no surprised as her day starts at two in the afternoon but she left some money on the counter for lunch. I grabbed an apple on my way out the door got on my bike and headed to school.

It's about time I'm ment to introduce myself to you so I might as well get to it; My names Veronica Rodriguez, yes I'm Italian and no my family doesn't own a pizza company I'm just your average sixteen year old girl who lives with her mum and my father comes occasionally, you'd never hear me call him dad his my father, yes but has never been a dad, Family is something that he's never been to me, as a kid I looked up to him for everything, if I ever have kids, till I'm all wrinkled up unlike him I'll never let them be without me.

After dad started his weekly disappearances mum stepped up to be the breadwinner, housewife and an overall loving mother, she's always been there for me even when he hits me she tries to help me but just gets herself caught up in the chaos as well, she tried leaving him once but he threatens to kill me, mum would risk her life for me so she lives with his beat ass so I can breath.

As I approach the school building, I noticed my best friend Jada waiting for me at the entrance.

"Hey?" I greet her chaining my bike onto the metal pole.

"Huh? I can't hear you, I'm listening to some song I added on my playlist," She spoke a bit to loud whilst unplugging her earphones. I swear I love this girl she's always been there for me after my mum she's like my sister, she will always finds a way to put a smile on my face. 

I laughed. "I said hi."

We started walking up to our lockers as  she began singing-should I say mumbling half the lyrics deafening my ear drums and receiving several stares as we walk down the school halls.