Silhouette|| Daniel Seavey

2.

||I was cornered.
I looked to my left, then to my right for an escape.
There was none.
"You scared? Huh?" My father's words slurred with alcohol intake, his hand slapping my face harshly.
I fell to the ground, in hopes of him leaving me alone.
He cackled out loud some sort of hideous donkey laugh and ended with a kick in the stomach and, "Worthless slut."
He sauntered out of the room, leaving the door wide open. ||
I gasped and sat up in bed.
It was simply a nightmare.
But i was living that nightmare.
I have scars and bruises to prove it.
Knowing that i wouldnt be able to sleep anymore, i crept downstairs.
the sound of loud, disgusting snores traveled out of my father's room and into my ear.
I dared not to make a sound as i opened the fridge for some water.
I looked at my reflection in the window.
A scar down my left eyebrow, a bruise on my upper cheek, a black left eye.
My lips trembled, but i did not let a tear fall.
Crying was for the weak.
You are weak, i told myself as i picked up my glass and tiptoed upstairs to my bedroom.
I quietly shut the door.
Life seems to chew me up and spit me out, day after day. Not one person asks why i have a scar on my face. Not one person bothers with me. For me, life seems as dark as a person's silhouette on a clear, starry night.
I climbed back into bed and pulled the covers up to my chin, feeling more secure.
My eyes eventually fluttered closed, and i drifted off to sleep.
I awoke to crashing and banging downstairs, and kept lying in bed, just in case my dad would discover my being awake.
I waited until the racket stopped and quietly got dressed and did my hair and makeup.
I didnt even bother trying to cover up my bruises. It didnt do any good.
I picked up my phone and went downstairs to eat and then get on the bus.
I made myself a quick bowl of cereal and noticed my dad sleeping on the couch.
Just as i was putting the milk back, his eyes snapped open.
His eyes met mine, and i trembled in fear before he just shut them again and rolled over to go back to sleep.
I breathed out a silent sigh of relief.
Slipping on my shoes, i sneaked a few dollars from my dad's coat pocket to buy lunch and i boarded the bus.

DANIELS POV (Point Of Veiw)
I looked up again, the same time as every morning, and watched her step onto the bus.
Her long dirty blonde hair fell down her back, and her tan skin complimented her eyes, which were dark brown.
She didnt know how unbelievably gorgeous she was.
Except for her bruises.
I wondered about the scar on her eyebrow and the bruises on her face.
I was snapped out of my transe to my friend Ryan flicking me in the head.
"Ow, what?" i winced.
"You were daydreaming."
The bus pulled up to school, yuck, and i went straight to my locker to homeroom.
I sat down in my usual spot in the back, and she sat down in her usual spot in the front left.
First column, third seat back.
She winced as she banged her hand on the desk.
A little hit on her hand shouldnt hurt that badly.
I watched as she rubbed it and shook it out.
Eventually homeroom ended, and we continued to our first period class.
Social Studies.
I sat down in my usual seat, and she sat down in hers.
Not a word spoken to each other.

ARIAS POV
"Homework?" The teacher called and one by one, walked to us and collected it.
My stomach dropped.
Homework?
She got to me and i said quietly, "I didnt do the homework, Mrs. Bradley."
"Detention!" She called out and shook her head.
Not much later, another student announced that he didnt do the homework.
I turned around to find a blue eyed boy with dirty blonde hair.
He was given detention as well.
At least im not alone, i thought to myself.

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