Thorns

Prologue

The hallways are filled with students gathering around lockers. Some students even walk to or from class as the chatter along with each other. Somewhere among them stands Olivia. Her soft brown curls dangle next to her face as her green eyes look to the girls around her. There's an unspoken innocence in her eyes that yields so much pain and sorrow. Olivia pretends to laugh along even though deep inside she's not paying attention. With every step she makes she is sure to bend herself as much as possible not to bump into anyone. The sound of lockers being slammed shut and the bell ringing indicates end of first period. The hallways quickly become empty as everyone rushes off to their designated classes. Olivia takes a seat in her history class making sure she's seated somewhere in the back far away from the prying eyes of students that might pick up on unnecessary clues she's leaving behind. Once the professor walks into class everyone turns their attention towards him while Olivia looks outside of the window admiring the way the clouds dance along the sky. How the sunrays shine brightly through the windows. Her mind wanders off to places she's never been, imagining how it could be if she only dared. 

After school Olivia walks the long way back home. Her body trembling vividly with anguish at the dread of returning home. "Home" The place all hell breaks lose once she even steps one foot inside. When she passes people she gives them a small smile trying to use a facade to prevent people from seeing something amiss. As she rounds the last corner she can see the building. The building that had become her personal hell for as long as she remembers. A terrifying shiver runs down her spine as she takes a deep breath. She gets the housekey out of her pocket as she nears the front door. Gently unlocking the front door Olivia is instantly met by the lingering smell of alcohol, a warning about her situation. Carefully stepping inside she steps over the broken pieces of glass scattered around the room. Olivia's body is on high alert as her muscles are tensed up, fearing the worst possible scenario as she takes her coat off and hangs it up. Olivia then starts to pick up the broken pieces of glass. Once Olivia has cleared the hallway from glass she walks over to the kitchen to throw the glass away in the bin. The empty beer bottles on the kitchen counter alert her. Taking in her surroundings Olivia tries her hardest to hold her breath. Any wrong movement can cause an outburst she tries to avoid daily. Slowly walking towards the living room Olivia spots her father passed out on the couch. A small sigh escapes her lips as she knows she's safe...for now...she then turns around and moves carefully up the stairs towards her room. Once inside she instantly locks her door as she places her bag on the floor. Her heart pounds in her chest as her breathing becomes unsteady. Olivia walks towards her bed as she tries to calm herself down, knowing she's on the brink of a panic attack.

An hour passes untill there's a loud bang echoing through the house followed by the familiar sound of glass shattering. Olivia prepares herself mentaly for what's about to come...

-Hi, I know that grammar wise there are mistakes but please see through that. I'm writing this story in a way to cope with my own past-