Save Me (A Michael Clifford Fanfic)

Mornings

Ava's pov

I wake up to the sound of birds chirping and to the bright sun gleeming in through my window. I sigh and get up walking over to where I put my clothes I was going to wear today, I put my outfit in and do my make up and hair.

I put my shoes on and grab my bookbag. Yay, another day in hell, alot of people call school hell but I personally think the world is just a living hell, or a nightmare in some cases but in my case I'm already in hell and school is a safe place. Well sorta.

I hated the idea of moving from the USA to Australia just so my dad could get the job he wanted which he soon lost and couldn't get back. It was horrible until I met my now boyfriend, Michael Clifford.

He only knows about some of my depression but not really all of it, Or atleats what happenes at home. The daily abuse from my dad and kids at school is about unbearable but I get used to the harsh words and all of the individual text messages and death threats daily. I'm used to the pain, but it still hurts. Some days I can't even get out of bed the pain is so bad, well emotionally, mentally, and physically.

Skipping school is horrible but sometimes I can't go, I'm usually too weak to even get up. The bruises and cuts all over my body make me feel more ugly than I already feel. They are very noticeable so that's why I'm not usually at school. Teachers dont even dare to adk why um not coming to achool or why i have bruises on my body. I guess some people really domt care about me.

Thats just the sad facy of life, peolle eaither care or they just naturally dknt care for anyome but themselfs. I feel safe at school, I feel safe in my boyfriends arms.

I'm happy for him and his 3 best friends. I'm happy for him, well as happy as you can be while you are depressed.

I walk down the steps being as quiet as i can be, I look and see my dad passed out on the couch with a bottle of whiskey in one of his hands and an empty one beside him. I go and brush my teeth and wash my face quickly but before I leave my dad looks at me.

"You are the reason I lost my job, me and your mom wanted a baby boy, you were a ugly mistake. When you come home I'm gonna have a surprise for you. Just wait"

I can feel the tears buring in my eyes, I walk put of the house and wipes my eyes. How could he be so mean? What is he gonna do to me? Why me? All I can think about is the possibility of me waking up tomorrow and going to school. Not very likely but I guess I can't really change that yet. Why can't we just be a happy family?

I guess this is why I hate mornings, mornings are just reminding you how horrible your day is gonna be. It's like a win win or a win lose. You never know what is gonna happen. But I guess these are my mornings.