Alone

Shattered Tears

Run! I ran, in the dead of the cold, wet night. I was wearing a black cotton hoodie, and dark blue denim jeans that covered my corral colored tenni shoes.

The sirens grew louder and closer, I could almost see the red and blue lights of the police cars surrounding me.

This isn't the first time I've tried to run away from my horrifying adopted parents. They didnt even care about me, they only cared about rapeing me for there vague game of life.

The cold rain poured down onto the dirt turning it to mud whenever I stepped on it. I keept running, and then I finally tripped over a big long tree root in the middle of the trail.

My entire body ached. It ached so bad that I could barely move a muscle. I sat there in the mud feeling sorry for myself, When finally I saw the flashing lights all around me.

I was scared. Scared they would take me back to that horrid house of lies. Scared they were gonna hurt me for running.

An officer in his kacki pants and his navy blue shirt approached me. He frownd upon me then grabbed my arm. I screamed and tried to get away, but his grip was to strong.

He put me in the back of the police car and drove me home. When we got there, Marryane and David ran up to the car. The acted all worried and releved to see me, but of course I knew they were lieing.

They thanked the officer and tears thretend to fall from my eyes as I watched the car drive away.

David, my adopted father, gave me a stern dirty look. "We'll discuss your punishment inside young lady." He said.

We walked inside and I was blasted with warm air, it feelt good, then again it was the only good thing in this tourtcher house.

I sat down on the wooden chair they always beat me in, it was rough and nearly broken, But I sit there awaiting my cruel punishment.

I heard whispers from Marryane and David for a couple of seconds, then I felt a sharp pain on my cheek from the bamboo stick the beat me with.

Hot tears started rolling down my bloody cheek as I cried in pain. They both laughed and then departed to there room.

I got up shaking and made my way over to the storage closet, where I slept, It was cold and dark. I walked in and shut the door behind me.

The cement ground had blood stains and cracks all over it. Dust was always in the air, and I was allergic to the cold dust.

I coughed violently as sat down in a corner. Tears fell from my grey eyes and onto the rough cement. I sat there crying for who knows how long, but I finally fell asleep.

~THE NEXT DAY~

Yelling. Lots of yelling and it was getting closer to the closest.

The closet door opend and Marryane stomped in. She slapped me across the face with the glass vodka bottle in her hand.

The bottle shatterd across my face and I yelped in pain. "Awww the little doggie is in pain." she said sarcastically.

She smirked "your weak Paris you know that." She said. I shivered at the way she said my beautiful name, she made it sound dark and brutal.

Paris, I wonder whos great idea it was to name me that. I mean Paris was a graceful and elagent name, however I was not graceful nor was I the least bit elagent.

As blood and tears streamed down my face Marryane dragged me out of the dark closet and into the dimly lit kitchen.

David walked over and grabbed my chest roughly. I gasped, tears falling and shattering on the tile floor.

"Pathetic!" David said in my ear. He let go then went over to the coffie brewer to get his daily cup of coffie. He added some Rum into his cup and started drinking.

Marryane kicked me across the floor leaving a burn mark on my side. "Go and get your ass ready for school." she said.

I slowly crawled to the bathroom and shut the door. The mirror was shattered and there were spider webs everywhere.

I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror anymore, I hated my so much.

I brushed through my long dark locks, washed my face, and brushed my teeth.

I looked up into the mirror, all I saw was a super boney and skinny girl. I hadent eaten in days and had gotten skinnier, so skinny that I was basically just skin and bones.

I quickly looked away from the disgusting creature in the mirror. Why am I so ugly? Why am I so stupid? I thought to myself.

I unlocked the bathroom door and walked out wearing what I wore last night.

I walked over to the door where my torn up bag was, I picked it up and opened the door. The door creaked loudly as I stepped out into the cold rain.

I started walking down the lonely sidewalk taword my middle school. I hated 9th grade not because of the classes but because of all the mean and horrible people there.

I saw the school after a few minutes of walking. I sighed and continued walking to the hell they called school.

Hey guys, I hoped you have enjoyed the first chaper of Alone. Love ya -Korakey14