Running Into Oblivion

My Sad Life In An Even Sadder Nutshell

Hey guys! I'm really excited to start this story and I hope you will give it a chance. This chapter is just kind of an introduction, so sorry if it sounds a little boring! Thanks for giving it a chance! And if it doesn't work, the song is Human by Christina Perry!

~Megan~

Many people consider life a gift, when that first breath is taken by the baby a new light shines. Personally, I consider that to be a load of crap. My past and present experiences are probably what influences my views, but to me life is a curse, a dreaded thing to look forward too, a living nightmare. I'm guessing most of you are wondering why I'm so negative and what the sob story is, well to be honest, I'm just a scared little girl putting on this fake front to make it seem like this life of torture doesn't affect me, but it does, more than you would ever know. You see, my life isn't exactly sunshine and rainbows, more leaning towards the thunder and lightning. Some may find peace in those, but those two things happen to be the cause of my nightmares, my constant fear if you will. To make a tremendously long story tremendously shorter, I'm abused. There I said it. The words that will either make you cower in fear or begin the pity party with me as the guest of honor. On the outside we look like one happy family, mother, father, and daughter, but now you and I both know that isn't true. I should probably start from the beginning, but I honestly don't know where that is. This has been going on for as long as I can remember and as sad as it is, I'm used to it. Of course I wish my life wasn't this way, but I don't know any other way, and I'm scared I'll be like this towards others in the future, so full of hostility. Another sad thing is how much we move, which happens to be when my "parents" get paranoid and think someone is close to finding out the truth. Sadly, it happened again due to one of my previous teacher's questioned what I did at home to get all of those bruises. I being me, chocked it up to being a klutz, but i do think Mr. Adams was getting a bit to close to the real reason for my liking, so maybe it was good that we moved. I should be getting some sleep with me starting my new high school tomorrow, but sleep just doesn't come easy anymore, nightmares always haunt each wink that I get which makes sleep unappealing in my mind. My body would rather be exhausted then wake up from the tremors and sobs that wrack it after the horrid visions that plague my dreams. Seeing as it is already 3 a.m, trying to get a few hours in won't hurt, guess when I wake up I'll see what school has in store.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
"Wow, time really flies when you find a way to have a peaceful sleep." I mutter to myself with my eyes still heavy with sleep. Sleeping hasn't been as fun as that in years, literally, and if sleeping is going to be like this in the future then I may actually be excited for something! "Megan! Get down here and make me breakfast!" My not so pleasant "mother" yells. I can only hope that my father is already at his new job, he is the one I truly try to avoid. Yeah, my mother has thrown the few occasional slaps arounds, but she more uses me as a work force instead of a punching bag. Now my dad, he is the complete opposite. Whether you do what he asks or not, expect to be hit for it, that is just how things work with him. I threw on a pair of boot cut jeans and a black hoodie before dashing down the stairs to hopefully ward of any of her anger with my quickness. Relief quickly floods through my body when I see my dad pulling out of the driveway in his beat up Chevy pickup surely on his way to work, nothing can compare to the thoughts of having a morning off of the normal events that take place. Scurrying out to the kitchen I see my mother in her usual attire of a nightgown and slippers, reading the newspaper and waiting to be fed. "Hurry up and start cooking, you know what I like and you need to get to school. I don't pay my hard earned money for you to be late all the time." She grumbles out. Ha, yeah right, hard earned money my butt. "Yes ma'am." I find a way to grovel out. After 20 minutes of whipping up eggs and bacon I set the plate in front of her. "Now, you know the rules. Don't tell anyone how we run our house and you just pass your classes. I don't want your dad to have to teach you a lesson, but he will if it is necessary. Understand?" "Yes ma'am." "Good, now get, you have a nice long walk ahead of you."

Dang was that woman right, this has been a 45 minute walk and I'm just getting into the parking lot, good thing I left pretty early. As I stumbled through the parking lot i received confused looks from those around me, probably not used to getting a new student. A pair of dark blue piercing eyes stood out the most, but I quickly turned away before I drew attention to myself. Besides, it was probably some hot jock who would just walk over me like I didn't exist, not that being the center of attention was my goal, because it most certainly was not. Finally making my way through the doors and into the hallway, I spotted a sign that said office immediately and began my way there. Once I stepped in the door, a cute little receptionist was there all full of smiles and joy. "Why hello there dearie, how may I help you?" She spoke with the words flowing effortlessly off of her tongue. "Hi, my name is Megan Evans and I am new and here to pick up my schedule." "Oh that's right, you're the young lady who is in extremely advanced classes for your age, taking senior classes as a sophomore. Very impressive young lady, you are the talk among the teachers." "Oh, um, thanks." I drew out blushing furiously at the rare comment that I had just received. Once I realized what was going on I hightailed it out of there, I couldn't risk anyone getting to close, and a small compliment like that was the first step. Walking, well running out of the office I came to an abrupt stop not wanting people to stare. I began the trek down the hallway using the flimsy paper map trying to find my way. Once I found the sophomore locker hallway and found mine I did the code quickly and was flabbergasted at the amount of books that were already there. "Dang, senior classes here are going to be rough." I mumbled incoherently under my breath. Looking around I noticed the other students filing into the hallway and realized that with this school, I was in for one heck of a ride.

So this is the first chapter! Sorry if you think it's short, but I really just wanted to get the introduction out there. I will update again tomorrow, hopefully more then one chapter. Until then, tell me what you think! See ya!