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" NASH! " as I hear the voice shouting my name I immediately get up from my bed and run downstairs. " Yes dad? " he gives me a serious glare " you're going to school " wait is he serious? " Can you repeat that again for me " I say unsure. " you.are.going.to.school " he says repeating himself slowly this time.

I want to jump around in excitement but my dad stops me before I do anything. " But that doesn't mean you can go anywhere else you will walk to school and come back. Then you will stay in the closet until further notice. " I sigh and roll my eyes. " Go in the closet now! " I hate when he gets angry at everything I do. He treats me like I'm seven years old " No " well I'm done for.My dad comes at me with his fist hitting my face then everything turns pitch black.

* flashback *

" Queer, you're no son of mine ". My father slaps me in the face. Leaving me with bruises all over my body and cuts on the left side of my eyebrow and the bottom of my lip. " Go to your room boy! " I run to my room and lock myself in my room and pray that my dad doesn't come upstairs and beat me to death. I hear footsteps coming towards the door, I spoke to soon. " NASH OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!"

I have no choice if I don't open the door he's going to kill me either way I sigh and open the door. As I open the door my dad hits me on my arms with the wire as I scream and hiss in pain.

My dad finishes giving me his 'lesson" and leaves me alone in my room.Hot tears run down my cheeks as I try and touch the long marks that I have on my arms. I walk to the mirror to see what I look like, I look horrible!

Why can't my dad really finish me off for good already? I really have no one. I look in the mirror and cry more. " It's ok Nash " I say to myself looking through the mirror. " You're going to be ok "

" it's true you will " wait I didn't say that this time. " What? " I furrowed my eyebrows the middle had a background it was like the color of the ocean.

Wait is this really happening? I rubbed my eyes and looked at the mirror again my bruises and cuts were gone. I looked at my arms but I still have the marks. Woah, " Nash don't freak out I'm here to keep you safe " the mirror is actually talking to me this is unbelievable. " Everything will be fine as you grow older I promise " With that the mirror goes black.

* flashbacks end *

I wake up and find myself in my bed my face,hands and legs hurt. I slowly get up and walk to the bathroom my lip is bleeding and a little swollen. Under my left eye I have a bruise, my knuckles from both of my hands are red from this morning when I try to get out of the closet. And my right hand is purple. ( the picture up there ^ or on the left if you're using a computer)

I look at the time in my clock and see that it's 7:00 in the morning just in time I walk to my room to get my close and do my morning routine. After that my dad comes to my room and gives me a small make up kit. " use this to hide your cuts and bruises don't talk to anyone and don't say anything that happens in this house or you will know what's coming for you " I nod and gulp scared for my life.

I take the make up kit and put some concealer, and powder on my face and wear a long sleeve that covers my hands, I wash my lips and dab some blistex so it won't get chapped.

" there you go if anyone asks you what happened to your lips tell them you got hit by a football " my dad says patting my shoulder I nod and grab a beanie out of my closet also my backpack and walk to school. By the time I closed the door I heard birds chirping and other people walking.

" Bye mom " I hear a guy giving his mom a hug and a kiss on her forehead and leaves I sigh as I remember that I used to do that with my mom all the time. I look at the guy and see him holding a little girl with blonde hair wait is that? No it can't be? I shake my head walking a little faster to school.

" Ok Nash it's your first day of high school look down and speak to no one " I say looking at the school door I take a deep breath and walk inside the school building.

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