CHAPTER 2
"LEE, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?! YOU UGLY FAT PIECE OF SHIT, UNLESS BITCH, YOU'RE GOOD FOR NOTHING, FIRST YOU KILLED YOUR PARENTS NOW MY MUM! I'M FUCKING LEFT WITH A BITCH LIKE YOU, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE NOW!!!"
I jumped out of my thought when I heard my uncle yelling, I could feel my palms sweating with fear. I don't recall doing anything bad. SHIT! I forgot to make breakfast for him. I could feel my body weaken of the fear that has engulfed me, I don't know what I should do, I can A) stay up here for the rest of day and lock my room or B) go downstairs and endure what ever is coming. Weighing my options I went for B, either way I was going to get beaten.
Slowly, making my way downstairs, i could hear things being rumbled around, a part of me was curious wanting to know what was happening but, i didn't know what cause this bad mood. Could it be me? As, i was going to place my foot on my last step, I felt something gripe my hair roughly, a shriek of pain erupted out of my chest. My scalp, was burning as all my hairs on my head were being ripped apart. I didn't cry.I couldn't,I don't want to give him the satisfaction that he has succeeded in hurting me. My head crashed into the wall, I could feel a weird liquid enter my mouth, then i realised its my blood. His hands were now on my neck, compressing my skin and pushing my bones together. I have to admit it hurt but i wasn't going to let him see the hurt. "OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES AND LOOK AT ME NOW!" he yelled into my face.
I couldn't face him, them eyes bought more fear in me, i could feel the hands getting tighter as I squeezed my eyes even more. Closer, closer, i could feel him getting ,my mind screamed "just open your damn eyes'' i did and i wished i shouldn't have listened to my mind. He got me by the shoulders and swung me across the room.
Pain, throbbing and agony all these emotions filled my body.
I looked up to see him, laughing in a cruel manner. "pathetic shit" he spat with venom. Indeed, he was right i am a "pathetic shit" i should die, i need to hurt myself, i know how stupid that sounds i just got beaten to death but i still want to hurt myself? cutting helps me get through this horror , when i cut i feel like I'm control of myself , i know what's happening to me.
A shrill of pain bolted on my face,my uncle's face was right in front mine. "Listen you pathetic shit, school starts tomorrow, not today and school has now made a uniform policy, isn't it bad enough that i have to bare this worthless crap, but now i have to spent money on you." I nodded in agreement. He put this big, dirty hands on my chin pushing it right unaware of the pain(note the sarcasm) and whispered "I'm going to get the uniform make sure the place is tidy or you will have worse, this was a preview i will show you what real pain is" he made that promise with his eyes showing me he will and he can.
Getting myself up, i started to clean what was around, i had no clue what i was doing but my body automatically followed the instructions. Everything hurt. Legs, arms. chest, thighs, face, fingers and toes. I didn't stop i kept going .
The clock stroked 12:00 pm, everything was done, i made my way up and collapsed on my bed, i couldn't call it a bed really, it was a mattress with no sheets or lining. Popping 3 paracetamol in my mouth and drifted to sleep.
Silence, drifted though-out the air, i felt a moment of peace and enclosure from the world. I breathed in my surrounding, darkness danced in the hollow roads leaving me cold and wondrous. Afar, a small light was shimming, giving a small spark of hope as i saw it. My mind felt care free, i felt care free, i felt normal, no pain, no fear just me standing beneath the moonlight. Carefully, taking one step at a time i notice their was a burst of colours in the distant. I let my legs lead the way, i began to notice as i got closer it became more hotter and the colours were spreading so fast.
Soon, my legs stop to a halt and i felt all my body drain its colour. What stood before me left me mortified, a large air crafted shattered in pieces with bloody bodies laid beside it. A sharp scream, caught my ears and i ran to see who it belong to.My legs started to give up as running become harder, my body broke in sweats, I saw a averaged aged man not older then twenty-six nor younger then twenty, with raven black hair that was discarded everywhere, his pale skin was now smeared in his bright red blood, his legs were trying to crawl its way to s particular person. A women. Same age as the man but with enhancing beauty, her eyes were grey with pools of tears dropping out. I was dumb-strucked when i saw that she,herself was trying to get to the man, as they met in the centre the man whispered something, i couldn't comprehend what he said but it made the women cry even more. They just held each other their embrace.
Suddenly, a familiar face emerged out of the blue, i could never forget that face,that bought pure horror and hatred into my life. MY UNCLE.I was now shivering in fear, hoping my eyes are deceiving me but it was too good to be true.
As, the bloody couple,enjoyed their last moments together, eyes closed, holding each other when suddenly my horrid of a uncle swung a rod on the man's head and then the women's. Pain shone on their faces as more and more blood dripped down their temple.My body froze in that moment, it took every vein of .my body not to scream.
"Hello,brother having fun with your whore of a wife" uncle grimaced. Bother? Wife? MY PARENTS!
He swiftly got my mother from the collar and slapped so hard i could hear the echo of slap. My father's face was full of rage now, but always shame, for letting that happen to his wife.
"FRED!!! GET YOUR FITHY HANDS OFF POPPY NOW!!" daddy bellowed
''DOES IT HURT ALEX SEEING YOUR WHORE OF A WIFE HURT? OH WHAT IF I DO THIS?!" he torn mummy's shirt apart. Putting a gun on her tummy he pulled the trigger and shot. i squeezed my eyes shut as tight as i could but more and more sounds of gunshots echoed in my mind. Eventually, it all stopped, i opened my eyes and was petrified at what i saw, approximately ten bullets in my mothers body and ten times more in my fathers.
A path of substance was trailing towards me, it felt like a bundle of lava making it way to destroy me, but in reality it was my mummy's and daddy's blood with my uncle's cruel laughter in the background. Dropped to my knees, a patten of sobs erupted my chest. That's when i realised I'm all ALONE!
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.
I made my way to my bathroom and stared at the beautiful item that was resting on the window ledge. The metal shinnying it's reflection right in my face. I had a voice in my head telling me " you are worthless, you little piece of shit, you are so pathetic that you dream about your uncle killing your parents get yourself together and fucking feel some pain" I couldn't take it anymore the pain, the agony! I picked it up with a swift motion, carefully, analysing every inch of it. I can hear it calling out to me begging me to just do it! I placed the razor on my soft skin and with one strike I scraped all the skin in that section.
It felt so good to see the blood just pouring out. The redness soon appeared on my skin making it look horrible but I didn't care, I loved the feeling of the pain even thou I sound mad, but I need relief. Sighing to myself, I picked up a tissue and started to dab it to my arm, I could see all the bright red substance seep into it like lock and key. I knew in the back of my head that it was bad but I really didn't care at this very moment, all I knew was that I had to do it, I deserved it very much.
Cleaning, my arm I picked up my uniform and which was black trousers, white school shirt with a black cardigan. I really didn't mind it as long as it hid my bruises and cuts.
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Another chapter done, I'm sorry if its boring but i thought i should upload, i would really appreciate it if you guys can vote and comment,telling me what you think. I really need motivation to continue this book. It would mean the world to me if you vote and comment, telling what you think. I do apologise for any errors.
Hint,hint next chapter will be when they're in school,in Jason pov. *wink wink*
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Kat<3
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