Pistanthrophobia

Chapter 1

Maisie's p.o.v.

          I quickly woke up breathing heavily. I put my hand over my chest and assured myself that it was just a dream. I've been having the same dreams for a while now, I keep seeing over and over in my mind my dad walking out the door and leaving us. I laid back down and pulled the covers over my head. My mom then comes bursting in.

    "Maisie get up right now or else you'll be late for school!" screamed my mom.

        I stretched and sat up and waited for her to get out so I could get up. I  couldn't leave my bed with her in there because I wore shorts that night and she would see all of my scars.

      I got out of bed slowly with my legs aching. I then walked into my small closet and picked out my favorite clothes, a blue hoodie and my black skinny jeans.  I walked into my bathroom and brushed my teeth. I put my long brown hair into a messy bun.I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. My mom made pancakes but I wasn't hungry. I never am. I went and leaned against the counter.

  "Honey aren't you hungry. I made pancakes just for you." My mom said as she smiled.

  "No I'm not that hungry. You didn't have to make these for me. Just because it's the first day of school doesn't mean you have to do anything special. It's not like going to school is any special."

   "Maisie you're gonna eat some of these fucking pancakes. I woke up extra early just to make your ungrateful ass some goddamn pancakes. You will eat them," She said. I could tell that she was getting mad but I really wasn't hungry.

   "Mom I just told you that I wasn't that hungry. If I was I would totally eat them, they smell delicious," I said while smiling.

   She slapped me across the face. I started to tear up as I held my burning face. I'm used to it though, she's been like this ever since dad left. I never did anything to deserve this. She stormed off into her room. I  grabbed my white high-tops and headed out the door. I sat on the front porch and started to sob. I hate my life so much. I just want it to be over. I got out my razor that I keep in my school bag and pulled back my sleeve. I slowly cut my arm wincing at the pain. 

   I put the razor back and slowly walked to my school. I was starting tenth grade. Only two more years after this Maisie you got this. I finally arrived to my school, Newport high. I went to the gym like everyone else was to get my schedule and locker number. I walked up to the lady at the desk.

    " Name please"

    " Maisie Darby" I replied smiling.

    " Alright Ms. Darby here is your schedule and your locker number and combination," the lady at the desk smiled and handed my two sheets of paper.

  After what seemed like hours of searching I finally found my locker. Oh great it was right beside the boys' bathroom. I tried my best to open my locker. I tugged and pulled at it. It wouldn't open, it was stuck.

  "Fuck I hate these fucking lockers," I mumbled under my breath.

  "Here let my help you," said a boy who was walking past me.

 "Oh thanks. I can never get these things to work," I said while blushing and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. This guy was super hot.

  "Alright here you go," He opened my locker very easily I felt very stupid.

  "Oh I don't think we've ever met. I'm Hagan," he said while holding out his hand.

  "I'm Maisie," I said and shook his hand. God this guy was so fucking cute.