I wrapped the thin blanket around my skiny body and shivered. The harsh scartchy cotton rubbed against my shaking bruised skin. My body sagged against the solid hard floor and my head searched for warmth and comfort, even though there was none.
I sat up and instantly wanted to climb back into my blanket. Rutted goosebumbs climbed up my arms and shivered through my body, its freezing. i forced myself to get out of bed and get ready.
I slowly clambered out of bed and walked barefoot out of my bedroom and along the empty bitter hall. My naked feet scraped along the rough jagged wood. I hope to god dad doesn't wake up.
I stumbled into the bathroom and my feet instantly felt hot because the tiles were so cold if that was possible. My hand fumbled for the light swight and i switched it on. i looked at the mirror, and instantaneously regreted it.
"My god i look rough." i whispered to myself.
My eyes were red and puffy, bloodshot with heavy black bags under them. My nose looked like I'd had a boxing match with Mike Tyson. Small purple patches had surrounded it, and old crusted blood had leaked over night.
My lips were the least affected area of my face, and they just cracked and dry, but they always look like that.
I licked my lips, it didn't help much.
I turned the rusted metal on the tap, and lukewarm water tickled out slowly. I washed my face gently, washing away the bruises, the blood, the pain, the memory of last night. I tugged through my hair with my fingers and brushed my teeth with my old bristled tooth brush.
I walked out to get ready and walked past Bill's room. I stopped and ficked my ear to the door. i could hear his heavy snoring, snoring like a pig. he then started coughing, and i could hear all the springs on his bed shaking.
"SHIT!" i quickley padded back to my room and closed the door. "What if he had woken up, he would have gone mental!" I thought to myself.
i peeled of my old holey jumper and boxers, and shoved a dusty top and some jeans that were crumpled up in a corner. I lighty joged down the creaky stairs and pulled my jumper and bag out of the cupboard. i walked into the kitchen and my eyes travelled towards the window. The sky was grey and murky, and light rain had started to fall. "Great, i have to walk three miles in this." i sighed and picked up a bruised apple of the table and my trainers.
i sighed and pulled open the door. As soon as i stepped out side, little specks of rain fell down my hair and dripped to my shoulders.
I pulled my hood up and shoved my hands into my pockets.
God this place is a shite hole
***
I turned to face the rotted iron bars, my eyes followed happy children playing with a battered football, girls sitting on the steps giggling in there groups.
I can't really remember playing football, or playing anything for that matter.
I walked through the gap in the gate and headed for the school toilets. I don't really have any friends, apart from Brandon but none of his 'group' like me. I think Brandon only talks to me 'cause he feels sorry to me.
I started making my way through the grounds but soon got stopped by a hand grabbing my shoulder. The firm grip getting firmer, his nails digging in.
I spun round and instantly regretted it. I should of known.
Daniel punched me square in the nose, it would of hurt a normal person but I'm immune to it now, I can't feel anything anymore.
He punched me again and I let him, I'm fed up of trying to stop him.
"PUSSY" He shouted right in my face, his sharp blue eyes glaring into my week eyes.
"Fucking fight back" he mumbled, bits of spit landing on my face.
"I don't want to." I said quietly.
"haha" "god he's such a girl" "he never fights" I heard bits of Daniels group shouting and jeering at me.
"Daniel, leave of." I said quietly, wanting to sound confident but my voice cracked.
"Awwww poor Casper, look at all his bruises, has your daddy been hitting you again." he laughed, his friends jeered.
I squinted my eyes. Why would he say that, I didn't think anyone knew.
"It's pretty obvious," He said, as if he could read my mind. "Everyone can see the bruises all over you. I would hit you if you were my son, I would of had you aborted, all you are is a piece of rubbish."
Stephen cheered, one of Daniels followers.
He punched me in the stomach, I doubled up, and felt the tight warm cramp.
A tight small circle had appeared and Daniel leered over me.
"Right if you don't fight then I will beat you up until you pass out or you can fight until there's a winner." He smiled, not a friendly smile but the sort of smile that no's he's won.
The circle started chanting 'fight' 'fight' 'fight'. I spaced out and thought in my head. If I fight him he will obviously win and just beat me up anyway, if I don't fight everyone will hate me more.
"I'll fight." I said loud enough for everyone to hear.
Soft murmers fell over the crowd, I've never done this before, I usually just get beat up.
I aim a punch at Daniels face and miss, he laughed and punches me square in the jaw. He kneed me in the crouch and pushed me to the ground.
"Well Casper, I'm actually glad you decided to fight but you would of never won, scum" He spat on my cheek and walked of, his groupies jogged after him and the rest of the circle soon disintegrated, I lay on the ground curled up.
Pathetic.
