My hero | Billie Eilish

Chapter 1

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU?!" my dad screams as he throws bottles and plates on the floor causing them to crash and break. "Dad i-i forgot.." I struggled to get out as I was hysterically crying.

My dad wasn't always like this. He used to be so loving and kind, he would take me out to lunch every day during the summer and my days off. After my mothers death 3 years ago, he started to drink and take drugs. Things have never been the same.

"I TOLD YOU TO BE BACK HOME IN THIS HOUSE BY 9 IT IS 11:30!!" He screams causing me to come back to reality. Before I could reply i saw him walk toward me and everything went black.

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I wake up to the house being empty. I was laying on the kitchen floor covered in bruises and cuts. Great I have school tomorrow. I try to get up but quickly fell back down as I was too weak. I picked up my phone and dialed my best friends number.

The phone rang a few times before she picks up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, leah can you come help me out?"

"Yeah sure what happened?"

"I think you already know.."

The phone goes silent for a moment.

" I will be right there"

"Please hurry." I plead out.

" Ill be there in 5 just hang tight."

The call dies down as i set my phone on the ground. Each breath hurts more and more. Can't I just die already? Why have none of my attempts worked?

Moments later Leah walks through the front door and gasps as she saw me on the floor. She quickly ran to me to help me up. As she slowly walked me to the bathroom to clean me up she asked a question.

"I don't like it when he does this Kat, can't you just stay with me tonight?" She asks sympathetically.

I don't like when people feel bad for me. I can solve my own problems.

"I know you don't but I can handle it. Besides I have to do more chores before he gets angry again." I said back with a tone that I know she couldn't figure out.

"If you say so.." she sighs and starts to clean my wounds.

I can't help but feel sorry. She shouldn't have to take care of me. My problems can effect her too, I was just too selfish to realize that.

The room went silent until Leah started to get up and help me to my room. I winced in pain as every part in my body was sore or bleeding.

As soon as I hit the pillow I passed out into a deep sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day..

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My alarm for school starts to go off. I groan as I struggle to get out of bed. It is currently 5:30am and i have to be at school by 7:15. The school system sucks I know.

I go to the bathroom and start to get ready. Covering up the bruises with color corrector and concealer. Took some time to perfect but was able to do it.

I look at myself in the mirror and begin to frown.

Why am I so ugly?

Why am I so useless?

I gather up the courage to do something I haven't done in a long time. I open the drawer and start to rummage through the things in there. I came across the one thing that was on my mind. That sharp blade.

I took the blade into my hand and walked towards the door closing it shut and locking it. I slide down the door to the floor. Pulling up My sleeves as I start to tear up. I never knew I would relapse today of all days.

I glide the blade across my skin making big and little cuts all up my arm. I start to cry. Not because of the pain but because of me coming to realization that I am lonely and nobody cares about me.

I quickly clean my cuts so they don't get infected and go to my room to get changed.

This was my outfit. It was simple but cute and also hid my cuts pretty well. I put on my shoes and grab my bag. Moments before I walk out my door to walk to school I hear my dad screaming.

Great he's home? He's probably drunk or high like every other day he decides to come home.
Before he walks toward the door I rush out and slam the door shut running down the porch steps and onto the sidewalk.

I get my headphones out of my bag and put them on, shuffling one of my favorite playlists. I start to walk to school but my thoughts were overpowering the volume of my music.

People think I'm disgusting

What would they think if they found out I was gay?

Not only would Billie bully me but others would start too as well.

I bite the inside of my cheek as I walk up to the entrance of the school gates. My anxiety starts to get really bad as my tics start to act up. I try and keep them subtle but that obviously won't help.

I was taken away from my thoughts as Billie pushes me to the ground. I winded in pain as I landed on a bruise from last night.

"Move it loser before I do more then push you." The blue haired girl spits at me before walking past me and walking up to her group of friends near the school entrance.

Boy will this pain ever end?

⭐️Authors note

Hey guys! Just letting you know this is my first ever book so if it's bad then let me know and I will fix it!

I don't know when I will get the other chapter out but hopefully soon since it's almost the weekend and I will have more time to work on it!

Hope you enjoy!
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