Project Infinity

Prologue/1

Just before I start,note that I write in chunks of two chapters.Enjoy and leave feedback,thanks ^.^

Note:
Nothing in this book is related to me or any of you guys,or my friends.

-Prologue-

I never knew what it was like to have a normal,un-dysfunctional family.Every time I go for a movie on my own,I see a dream family.A family with a dog,a nice house,a car,branded clothes,and most importantly,a problem that always gets solved at the end.These days,I've given up on them and resorting to the cruelty of my reality.

For my family,every time a crack breaks apart a little of our foundation,there isn't some repairman to come over and patch it back up.It just stays in that same dismal state,worming it's way through us and making us feel more and more numb with each passing day.

I bury myself in books and anything I can get my hands on,and I often find myself in the library,always living the thousand lives of many people and characters,and being able to open my eyes to a world where things had more enjoyment to them,and where I could be a heroine,was satisfying to me.That was,until I closed the book.As usual,I picked up another one,and the cycle repeated itself.

My parents fight to the point where the police have been called in several times,and every time I see a new scar on my mother's face or a bandage on my father's arm,I break a little inside.

I wish I didn't have this life.

I wish things were better.

And most importantly,I wished for a chance to make my family's life better.

Fat hope,Elizabeth Hayes.

-Chapter One-

"Morning,Liza."My mother is staring at me,her gaze full of mixed feelings-anger,disappointment,and lastly,drunkenness.I look down at her hands and see that she is at it again,drinking and drinking like there is no tomorrow.

I know that it is not safe to exchange even a simple reply back,as her mood is fragile and could break any moment,just like the glass in her hands.

Just like my heart.

I nod and ease myself into a seat as far away as possible,and notice a basket of fruit on the counter behind me.My father had probably laced it with poison or something in an attempt to murder any one of us.It's upsetting-even to myself-that I do not trust my parents,but for the sake of my health and mental wellness,I try to be cautious in this house.

I glance at the clock on the wall.It is one of the few things that are well taken care of here,because my parents want time to pass as quick as possible,and then we won't be able to see each other for an entire night,before the next morning,where we pretend to be a happy family to outsiders.

I will for time to go faster.It is only about half an hour to go before I go to school.My father insists that I wake up early,and that puts a toll on me.Instead,a small idea forms into my head.

"Mother."

"Hmm?"

"I need to leave for school now,see you later."

She glances,dazed,at the wall clock yet not bothering to read it.She nods repeatedly,as if listening to a tune from long ago.I pick up my school bag-if you consider a book strap one-and literally run out the door,slamming it shut and taking my anger out on it.

I don't think I can take this anymore.A drunk mother and a 24/7 working father who only orders me around-what is the point of it all?

There it is.The defiant side of me.I look at the crooked windows of our house and the chipping paint,I feel a sense of hopelessness envelope me like a lead jacket,and let out a deflated sigh.I can't give up.

I won't give up.

But somehow,I know that if this continues,I will oblige eventually.I see the yellow school bus coming to pick me up,and I enter it,feeling a little bit of the lead jacket fall off,but not quite.