"Cut me down, but it's you who has further to fall." -Sia, Titanium.
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Daire's POV
My eyes slowly open to the sound of my alarm, but I still feel so asleep, and so drained. I had a very terrible beating last night from my mum for simply missing a spot while cleaning the whole house. Every bone and muscle in my body aches, just thinking about it makes my head feel like it's getting stabbed. I groan, reaching over to turn my alarm off, and brush my electric blue hair out of my face. Finally, I decide to sit up, and face another day in Hell.
I get out of my bed and carefully walk to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for school, not wanting to wake Steven or Mum up. I let the hot water sting my face and body, not caring if it burns too much. After I get out, I throw on some simple clothes, not much, but enough to cover the scars and bruises left from my beatings and from my razor. Hollister jeggings, long sleeved Vanity shirt, along with my necklace with a cross on it. I blow dry my hair, and straighten it, and apply my make up, eyeliner and mascara. Simple, but effective. That's always been my guidelines for a lot of things. Keep it simple, but keep it straight to the point.
After, I open the door slightly, making sure the coast is clear. I turn the light off, and creep down the stairs, avoiding the ones that creak the loudest. I quickly grab a bagel from the kitchen, slip on my black vans, and then I'm out the door, heading to school.
School isn't much. Just the usual. As I walk to my locker, I see the devil himself, Louis Tomlinson, and his gang, Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, and Zayn Malik.
"Hey, look who it is! It's that stupid whorebag!" Louis shouted.
And of course, now everyone has to look at me and laugh with him. Pretty soon, everyone starts yelling rubbish at me. Like I said, just the usual. But it still drills holes in my heart and in my dignity. I don't bother to say anything back, because I know it will just make them go on. So I ignore it as much as possible and keep walking, until the most popular girl in the school, Jessie Quinn sticks her perfect little leg out and trips me.
"Watch where you're goin' next time you piece of trash!"
I look up to see her flip her blonde hair and glare at me. I wanted to say stuff back so bad, but I knew I couldn't. Not today. All I knew is that one day I would. Instead, I just get up, and walk off.
Eventually, I drag myself to my locker, get what I need, and start the school day. At lunch, I sit alone, because of course, who would want to sit with some loser chick like me? But I've gotten used to it. The only thing terrible about my seat is, I get a glorious view of Louis and Jessie flirting like there's no tomorrow. Great. You see, Jessie is little miss perfection, and can pretty much get with any guy she wants. So it doesn't really surprise me that this is happening. But it's still annoying to see her boobs hanging halfway out of her shirt in Louis's face. Not that he minds though.
After the lovely view in lunch, I finish the school day, and walk to my car, knowing that getting home is when the real pain starts.
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