A Mindless War

Charlie..

Bang, Bang, Bang

"Charlie !! Get the fuck up before you miss the damn buss again."
In an instant I woke up to his voice, it's honestly hard not to. I get anxiety when I hear it, when I hear the hint of anger that would soon lead to another beating..
I look at my alarm 5:45. I quickly get up in a panic and get dressed, brush my hair in attempt to hide the bruise forming on my right eye corner from last night. The bus comes at 6:13 and I live a block away also John is too big of a dick head to drive me there so I'd have to walk. It's Tuesday and they never are my best days, weird huh ? It's usually Mondays that are bad for everyone but for me it Tuesdays. And I'll tell you why, on Tuesdays it's when the jocks actually ride the bus and they're fucking cock heads that have everyone wrapped around their small dicks. Also I have gym and I honestly don't know how I'm going to hide my bruises today...
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6:19 am
It takes me atleast 30 minutes to get to the actual buss stop and I'm just halfway there but god bless it's late as always. I don't know how I'm going to get through today but hey, the perks of being invisible at school and every single day. I take note that no one's around and I find it strange. There's always atleast a couple of kids on the swings, some just wandering around or a couple of jocks walking but there's no one. Once I take in that it's darker than usual which makes me check my watch in a panic, 6:23am but I see the daylight savings time thingy in the corner and I literally face palm myself. I forgot to turn it off so it's basically 5:23am. I felt stupid but I also figured John was behind this and suddenly don't feel as stupid as I should. So I decided to walk to school rather than to face anyone this morning.
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7:03 am
School opens in 17 minutes so all I'm left to do is sit and wait. No one's ever around this early, it's usually just teachers going in, some carrying coffee for the staff and I don't know what else. I go off to sit on the floor, trying to remember all that happend last night. I couldn't remember much, all I know is he came home drunk, yelled and threw some stuff, he threw some picture frames and he started crying. I never saw him cry, it was an unusual sight to see when he's always either mad or drunk. Next thing I know, all I see is black. I check my phone and I notice the date, November 11 / Thursday and I start to remember that yesterday was when she left, it was when she packed and left without a goodbye and just a note. That's why he was like that, that's why last night was worse than the others.
Memories of her started flooding my mind and I could feel my eyes burning and my throat aching for air.
I hear a click, and i look up to see the janitor smile and open the door. Tme to start my time in hell.