Shit, it's only 5:30. I don't have to get up for another hour. But, I will. My parents are screaming. Things are smashing. I just put my headphones in and make my way to the bathroom without a sound. I hate the morning. I'm forced to get up. Live through hell for another day. Cry myself to sleep for another night. Think the thoughts, that got me here. I undressed, and got in the shower. I shuddered when the water hit my back. It was scalding hot. But, somehow, comforting. I just stood under the hot water. I heard something smash over the sounds of the water. I collapsed to the bottom of the bath. Without getting up. I turned over. Water hitting my face. I had nothing to do but cry. When I stepped out of the shower. I grabbed my towel. Looking in the mirror is the last thing I want to do after a horrible morning. But, it's not like a have much of a choice. After less than a minute in the mirror. All did was point out every single one of my flaws. Damn, I hate myself. Every inch of me. I threw on sweatpants and an old hoodie. I honestly, have absolutely no one to impress in my school. They all hate me already. Why should my looks matter? I threw my thick black hair into a bun and put a headband on. I grabbed a pair of old, worn, flip-flops. And ran to my mothers car. She sat in the seat. Looking frightened. Trying to force a smile when she saw me. She drove me to school in absolute silence. " Talia, I know you heard your father and I this morning, and I want you to know that our argu-" I cut her off before she had the chance to finish. " Argument? Are you kidding me, that was not an argument, mom. I'm fifteen. I'm not oblivious to what he's doing anymore. He's abusive. You try to cover for him. You're the idiot for staying. Don't try and pin it on me." My mother turned so quickly I didn't even notice. She shot me this look. It was a definite look. It wasn't quite the death stare I was expecting. Somewhere in her eyes. She seemed to register what I was saying and agreed. " Stop the car. Ill walk from here." I spoke under my breath. I stepped out of the car without a single word. I put my headphones in and walked down the road into school. I was early. I'm always early. I get woken up by my parents so I have more time than most of the people who go to my school. I walked directly to my locker. My locker is so inconvenient. I'm smack dab in between. Lacey Henderson, the most beautiful girl in my entire school. And Trevor Marc. Lacey's boyfriend, she treats him more like a for though. Y the time Lacey had reached her locker. I was ready to leave. I switched my phone off and stuck it in my locker. Lacey opened her locker which "accidentally" hit me. And knocked my phone out of my hand. Shattering it. I'd been in school for twenty minutes and I already knew how horrible today was going to be. My day was going fairly good up until 7th period, lunch. Lunch, the one period of the day all the cliques form. I hate lunch. So, I typically spend it in the library. But, the library was closed today. Of course, it was a Monday too, forcing me to go into the most hectic day of the week in the lunch room. I didn't eat. I never did. I just was unsure of where to sit. I saw Catherine. My bestfriend, well, ex bestfriend. I haven't talked to her in a few years since she became friends with Lacey. But, lately she's been with some of the cooler, more down to earth people. So, I asked to sit with them. Cat just shook her head and continued her conversation. We were all laughing. I think that was the first time I've laughed in months. Until, Lacey came. " Cat! What are you doing?" She snarled. " why are you with this reject?...." She glared at me and then back to Catherine. " She's my friend, lace. She's fine." Cat looked down. Seeming ashamed. Lacey turned on her heals and walked to get a drink. We all sat in silence. Until, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I spun around, I looked into Lacey's ice cold blue eyes. As she dumped a huge red drink on me. I screeched. I opened my eyes. Everyone was laughing. I didn't know what to do. So I froze. Until, I ran. I just ran. Ran down the hall, and out the door I ripped my hoodie off, revealing my tank top. I just ran home. I ran into my room, and slammed the door. I was so completely out of breath. And I had tears streaming down my face. I crawled into bed. I don't remember much after that except the blood.
