Quote: "Everyone wants happiness, no one wants pain, but you can't make a rainbow without a little rain."
Brooke's POV
A cigarette sat in between my fingers as I inhaled the toxic flume that was now damaging my lungs, but I didn't care about myself anymore. I didn't care about anything that would happen to me. I'm already broken. What's the use of having happiness anymore?I huffed out the black smoke that flew around the dusty air of my old house. I was sat against my cold wooden floor just staring at the ground, and thinking about my awful past. The past that led me to be broken. I never have experienced love before nor will I ever because I know what it leads to and I don't want to be put up with all that love shit everyone wants someday. Every time I think of it, it makes me want to throw up.
I clutched the cigarette even more in my dirty hands as I thought about that, but sometimes I wonder what it's like to be loved. I never experienced that in my life. I have to put up with an alcoholic father who's been abusing me since I was about 4 years old. My mom doesn't seem to care about my bruises and scars that cover my weak body every night either. I have this scar that runs from my neck all the way towards the middle of my chest because my dad tried to kill me. He's been in jail a bunch of times because of his alcohol problems and he a drug addict so that makes it even better for him doesn't it? But I guess it runs in the family. My uncles also known as my dad's brothers have also been put in jail for murder.
I turned my head towards the window to see little girls playing with a hula hoop and a sprinkler that's soaking their tiny little bodies as they giggle. I never got to be like that when I was younger, all I got was a knife to my face.
I sighed at the little girls and put the cigarette in the ashtray where the smoke dissolved into the tray.
I got up from floor and walked up to my bedroom, passing my dad and my mom arguing with each other in their room as usual. I plopped onto my bed and opened up my laptop and logged onto Twitter. I've been following this guy he's in a famous boy band his name is Niall Horan. He's really cute but I know that we would never be in a relationship because 1 I hate love and 2 he doesn't want to be in a relationship with someone like me.
My friend Carter showed me him on Twitter and ever since I've been retweeting and favoriting his tweets.
I got a text from her after I signed off of Twitter.
C: hey bitch! Let's go I'm outside waiting for you to go to school.
B: I'm skipping
C: hell no! Let's go now!
B: alright! alright give me a minute
I sighed and locked my iPhone slipping it into the back of my jean shorts.
I grabbed a jacket and my black backpack before going downstairs and heading out the door to be greeted by Carter."It's about time!" She said her voice cheerful for a Monday morning.
"Whatever lets just get this day over with." I mumbled starting to walk to walk to school to go to my first class of the day.
"Why do you shut everyone out Brooke?" I know she already know the answer to this because every time she asks this, I always say the same thing.
"Because it's just what I do. I shut people out so don't take it personally." I replied quietly and continued walking.
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