This Is My Story

Ch 1

I've always thought why my life seems like a living hell.

Karma? I never did anything bad to anyone.

My luck? Most likely.

I have always thought to run away.. but I'm just so scared to do it because I know he will find me and will beat me.   So my days are repetitive, I get up, take a shower, eat, blah blah. You know the rest. Except there's one thing different in my daily routine.

I get raped every morning by my father.

Biological , not step. Which makes it even gross. My mother is an addict and a drunk. My father.. he sells young girls. He said the only reason he won't sell me because, quote "He would miss me".

He only means the daily sex. And to "help" me not remember he gives me this drug thats basically ecstasy but it helps you not remember anything.

So, one morning, I'm surprised to not see my dad screaming at me and telling me to take my daily "medicine". I get up cautiously and get ready for school. In the bathroom, I stare at my body in the mirror. Bruises and cuts here and there. I run my hand over my stomach where some of my bruises are and run my hand over to my breasts, seeing more bruises there. I look up at my face.  Seeing my vision blur, I wipe my eyes. I stared straight into my forest green eyes and see no emotion. They aren't bright. They're a dull dying green.   My eyes trailed up to my dirty blonde hair, straight and curly to the ends. Pulling it up to a bun, I looked at my full lips.They were chapped and cracked. I sighed and pull on my clothes with my favorite blue oversized hoodie. To help my lips look better in any possible way, I put on chapstick, making sure I miss no spot on my lips. I put on a beautiful sapphire pendeant that looked like the ocean that my aunt gave me before she died. She was the only star in every night of my life.

I also didn’t forget my special pocket knife. Looking at my wrist, I saw every memory, every day of pain, every day of being alone. Pain has been put into physical scars. Now youre probably thinking “isn’t that unattractive?”

The answer is, no, its not. Why? Well, like I said, I’m alone. I’m a bug in a room full of elephants. It might sound weird, but you get my point. I’m unseen, invisible, a nobody. Once I’m done getting dressed, I skip breakfast ‘cause I’m running late. I need to take the bus.

I closed my eyes and pulled out my iPhone and to Pandora, music blasting into my ears.

Here I go to my trip to hell.

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"Ohmygod!”  Sabrina squealed to her little possey, her brown eyes bright and excited.

“Did you hearthat there’s a new boy! Everyone says he’s hot! He’s also a bad boy he...” I ignored her obnoxious voice and went to lunch. I sat at my usual table, to the corner, by myself. I was outside, so I could avoid most of the noise these teenagers make. More than three fourths of the school were hardcore partiers. Loud.

The other quarter? Goodys, nerds, freaks, all of those stereotypes. Though, the reason I went outside wasn't mainly because of the noise. There was a beautiful lake nearby that connects to the ocean. I loved water. It calms me and makes me feel at.... home.

I was in the middle of looking for a song to play when a shadow approached my table.

I looked up to a boy with black hair and dark brown eyes, looking black. He was absolutely stunning with his tight lean body. Every time he moved, his muscles moved with him, making him look sexier. I  try not to stare as something catches my attention.