I wake up from a dream-less sleep by the screeching sound of my alarm and shuffle over to my closet. I sigh and grab a pair of faded blue jeans with holes in each knee, a grey long sleeve shirt, and my grey vans, then I brush my wavy black hair and pull it into a high ponytail.
I walk quietly down the stairs and into the bathroom where I brush my teeth, after I spit into the sink I sit there for a moment and look at the mirror...
Dull grey-blue eyes..lifeless hair...I have bags under my eyes from countless sleepless nights.. But those are just what can be seen..
What people can't see are the scars on my wrists that even in the summer are always covered by my long sleeves, the bruises on my ribs and legs, the circular scars on my back courtesy of my stepdad liking to put out his cigarette butts out on me..
I don't dare tell my mother Who I know loves me, she is almost always at work, and you can see it in her eyes how much she truely loves him.. Knowing would devastate her, so I keep my mouth shut.
I snap out of my trance and look at the time.
7:30.
Late again... Oh well it's not like it matters. Today is my last day.. I have been saying this for a while now, but today is different... I have always told myself come what it may, I would get out of here.. But I thought I could graduate my senior year and move out before I even thought about this way out.. Oh well, I guess deep down inside I knew that I wasn't going to make it.
I gather my things and run out of the door quickly and get into my beat up blue Ford focus and drive to yet another day in hell.
