My Escape

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(A.N. *trigger warning* this will contain some subjects that can be very serious. This includes abuse, self harm and suicide. Its not going to be the main focus)

I woke up as I do every morning at 6:30 the house was deadly quiet which meant my dad hadn't stumbled in yet, I wouldn't be surprised if he has left the bar yet.

I trailed myself out of bed and got my clothes out of my wardrobe and went into the bathroom let the water engulf me in heat. This was probably the highlight of my entire morning just being alone. When I was 6 my Mom and Dad made the transition of England to America. The reason for this was because my mom had terminal  cancer and there was a glimmer of hope that a new type of treatment could extend the amount of time she would survive she was given 3months to live before the treatment. Everything was going well afterward she lived happy and healthy until around the time of my 15th birthday she got really sick and the treatment had stopped working and she was given the odds which we're very very low. The morning of my 15th birthday my mom passed away just as she went  to give me my gift which is the bracelet I can't go anywhere without. Before I even opened it I was shoved out of the room and they tried to revive her they did all they could but it never worked. My dad started drinking heavily when we buried her and ever since I have been abused day and night. Sometimes I wish all of the bruises and scars we're just make up so I could wash them away but they're not and I wish I could say the scaring is just from my Dad but it's not I don't know why I'm like this but once I did it I couldn't go back so now the cuts and scars are scattered on my arms. I guess the bruising from the beatings is just extra.

I continued to let the warm water run over my bruised and scared skin. I clambered out of the shower and put on my clothes. My black ripped skinny jeans and a long sleeved Led Zeppelin shirt. I walked back to my room and put on my mom's bracelet along with my black vans and did my make up, some light foundation and eyeliner. I dried and straightened my hair and grabbed my deniem jacket I ran down the stairs and made toast and sat on the sofa it was 7:30 and I usually leave at 8 so I figured I had some time then I heard a banging on the door.

Shit

That was definitely my Dad. I heard him fumble with the keys before stumbling through the front door.

"TAYLOR" my Dad screamed. I stood up from and walked towards him.

"Yeah?" I said quietly.

"WHY AREN'T YOU IN SCHOOL?!" I looked at the time.

"Its not even 8 yet that's when I leave" I retorted. Then I felt the stinging heat across my face I had just been hit. I could feel the tears in my eyes and I was reluctant to let them fall. I looked back at him.
"I'll get my bag" I walked back up the stairs while my dad shouted several remarks at me. I locked my door and sat on the ground my eyeliner started to run. I coped with this the only way I knew how. I opened my small purple box and pulled out the bottom, my blade came tumbling to my knee. If there's one thing I like about my body is that I don't scar easy, you can see the old ones but only if you look really close if you aren't looking for them they can hardly be found aside from the fresh and deep ones. I took my blade and ran it over the skin on my forearms questioning my choice one last time. I pressed in with slight pressure and the skin cut, I watched the blood overflow on my skin I did a few more before I heard my dad banging stuff down the stairs I quickly put my blades away and ran into the bathroom to rinse my arm and bandage it up I rolled down my sleeve, lifted my earphones and grabbed my sachel and left for school with out saying a word.

I walked through the front doors of Colinskilly High and went straight to my locker. I threw my books in and exchanged them for the books I needed before break, I wouldn't say I'm the model student but the last thing I want is my school getting too involved with my life so I keep a low profile maintaining goodish grades.