Chapter 1
Love and Hope
Kyrin Anderson
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Worthless. Ugly. Horrid. Monster. Slut. Whore. Ass. Bitch. Murderer. Nothing. Stripper.
My mind replays all the words on the screen. Tears slipping down my cheeks, yet I make no move to clear them away. I shut my laptop and curl up in my bed, letting the tears drown me in sorrow. To make it worse, I hear my parents arguing downstairs. Loudly.
I run to the bathroom and stand on the stool to reach the top shelve in the cabinet. I grab the box of razors, and pick a new, shiny black one. Putting the box back, I get down from the stool and sit on it. My sleeve makes it way up to my elbow before the cool razor blades touches my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
I put pressure on the blade before dragging it across my arm. One, two, three, four. I stop and look at the my arm, tears falling faster. My arm is sliced over, blood pooling out in puddles. I grab a tissue and gently press against the blood before grabbing bandages and throwing those over all the cuts. I wash the blade off before throwing it away. The pain shooting up my arm gets worse as I move it.
I wince as I hear the front door slam and someone stomping their way upstairs. I huddle in the corner as my dad swings my door open, his body reeking of beer. He walks closer before taking off his belt and whipping it to the ground.
"Get over here slut!" He slurs, but the order is still in there. I whimper softly, staying where I am. He gets mad and walks in front of me before grabbing my hair and dragging me down the stairs to the basement. My head hits against the concrete, making me cry out in pain.
My dad walks over to me flashing the belt over my back and I lurch forward tears streaming.
"Stop, stop!" I beg over and over, but every time I say stop, he hits harder. After 10 lashes, my head hits the floor unconscious. The last thing I saw was my dad stomping his way up the basement steps.
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I wake up to the cold ground. I moan in pain as I help myself up. I should be used to this,but he hits harder every time. I sigh, working my way up the stairs and into the kitchen. I look outside to see my dad's truck is gone, same as my mom's car. The clock alarm starts beeping and my head whips up. Oh shit, I'm late for school again.
I run around the house as best as I could, wincing every few steps. After loads of minutes, I'm finally ready to go. I'm dressed all the way, wearing all black to cover up the blood and old scars. My stomach growls, but I have no time to eat. Racing out the front door I run all the way to school, ignoring all the pain shooting through me. Making me want to stop and get to my knees, yelling, screaming and crying all at the same time.
I reach school in a matter of minutes. I walk to the front gate and climb over due to the gates being locked already. This is my usual routine for getting into school. Don't get me wrong, I hate school and rather skip but it's my safe haven. I run inside the building and head to the lunch room. Right after homeroom me and my friends have a break so we hang out here, and since homeroom is almost over might as well skip.
I wait for about two minutes before I hear a squeal and my head turns to see one of my friends, Claire, running towards me her arms open wide. She lands next to me on the lunch table and engulfs me in a hug.
"How's my gay bestie??" She screams in my ear. My hands fly up to cover the noise that flows into my ears, breaking my eardrums for a second. She notices and shuts her mouth chuckling nervously. "Sorry." I hear her mumble. I laugh and she slaps me.
Before I could speak, the guys walk over. "Hey guys." They all mumble a hey.
"Dude. We missed you in homeroom today. Where were you?" Connor asks before sitting on the other side of me while Mark and Flyer aka Tony drags chairs over towards us.
"Oh... I woke up late today. Had to run all the way and jump the gate. No time to head to homeroom since it was almost over anyways." I shrug. Connor nods his head slowly like he doesn't believe me. Go figure.
"Right..." Flyer says dragging out the word for a whole minute. I roll my eyes hearing em break out laughing when Claire pushes me off the table and my ass hits the ground. I groan in pain especially with the pain that I got from last night. Flyer gets up and helps me up grabbing the arm with the cuts that I grit my teeth but I don't show any pain. It felt like my arm was being ripped from my body. So pretty much it hurt like shit.
"Guys, it's already 10 we should head to class." I break the silence that suddenly took place around my small group of friends. They nod their heads before we do side hugs and go in our different directions. The reason we selected the cafe was because it's right in the middle of all our classes. So we meet up there and only have like a few feet before we reach our classroom doors.
