Scarred// Z.M.

Chapter 1. My Life

Chapter 1. My Life

Aria's P.O.V

I lay there. Covered in bruises and cuts and drenched in my own blood. I was surprised that I was still alive after THEY beat me. They, as in Zayn Malik and his gang. This wasn't the first time I've been in this situation, I've suffered almost everyday like this but today I got the worst beatings. I lay there motionless, my vision was blurry. From the distance I could hear sirens and that's when everything went black...

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I woke up with a throbbing headache and a sharp pain in my stomach. The annoying beeping from the heart monitor was making my head hurt even more. I tried sitting up but the long wires connected to my wrist and other parts of my body prevented me from doing so. A nurse came in with a clipboard and smiled at me politely, I returned the smile weakly. "How are you feeling miss?" she said in a polite, happy tone.

"Not so good" I answered, sighing. She gave me a sympathetic smile and starting checking the monitors and wrote notes down on her clipboard. She took a glance at my wrist and lightly held my wrist in her hand and examined it. I stared at her then she finally spoke "You cut?"

"Yeah..."

"You really shouldn't" She said calmly.

"I can't help it"

She sighed and put my arm down gently and smiled once again before telling me I can leave in a few hours after I sign some discharging papers. I signed some papers at the reception then walked back home from the hospital, I didn't live too far. As I got closer to my house fear rose inside me. What will my dad say? Or what will he do? My mum passed away 3 years ago, I missed her so much but my dad wasn't effected the slightest by her death. He simply didn't care, after her death he started giving me beatings everyday and kept reminding me that "If you weren't here my life would be much more better" and the one that hurt the most "You're a mistake".

I made my way into the house quietly, highly hoping my dad won't notice my presence. But it was too late. My dad came storming towards me "WHY ARE YOU HERE?! I THOUGHT YOU HAD FINALLY LEFT ME!!" He roared at my face

I stood there looking down at my feet as tears welled up in my eyes and one threatened to fall. "STOP CRYING!!"

With that he punched me in the stomach. I screamed in pain and fell on my knees tears streaming down my face endlessly. I clutched onto my stomach as he kicked me in every place possible on my tiny figure.

"GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW, I DON'T WANNA SEE YOUR FACE! AND ONLY LEAVE YOUR ROOM WHEN I'M NOT AROUND!!!" he spat at my face and left me on the floor whimpering in pain. After what felt like forever, I slowly got up and walked to my room with blood shot eyes and tear stained cheeks. I got into my room and ran straight to my bathroom and went through some things and found what I need. The blade. I sat down on the cold bathroom floor and slowly started cutting long lines across my small wrist and winced slightly at the burn. As the blood rushed out I sighed and got up and washed my wrists and put the blade away safely. I walked into my room and curled into a ball on my bed and silently cried about how worthless I am and how I have no reason to live. I then slowly drifted off to sleep.

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I woke up in the morning and did my usual routine. I wore a dark grey pair of skinny jeans with a t-shirt. I slipped into my coat since it was freezing outside and my only pair of converses. I grabbed my bag and quietly walked down the stairs skipping the creaky ones and made my way out the door. I got to school and as soon as I entered the school gates the judging, the teasing, the snickering started. I kept my head down and quickly rushed to class. My first class was with my enemy yet my crush. Yes, I know what you must be thinking. The guy beats you and yet you like him? Well I cant help it, he's so beautiful with his raven hair styled in a perfect quiff, his olive flawless skin, his chocolate brown eyes that you can just get lost in. He's just perfect. Even though he shows he's such a bad boy I, for some reason, see pain hidden in those eyes of his. I know it sounds stupid and cheesy but it's true.

I entered my art class and sat at a empty table at the back so I can hopefully remain unnoticed by Zayn and his horrible friends. As Zayn entered the classroom I sunk deeper in my seat hoping he wont notice me. He looked around for a second his face emotionless until his eyes landed on me. An evil smirk grew on face as I gave him a pleading look. This is going to be a VERY long hour.

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