Broken Into Pieces (EDITING)

Chapter Five- Never Have Enough (Evil Angel)

Chapter Five- Never Have Enough (Evil Angel)

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          Lying in bed I was jolted awake. When I opened my eyes my step father was hovering over me. Fear spread through my body. But the question on my mind was, why is he here? I then looked at my clock 7:30am HOLY FUCK!

"My dear little Snow, you’re supposed to be at school." he said in sweet voice, but I caught the threat behind it.

"I'm sorry father-" He cut me off by punching my face. I bite my touge to hold in the scream as tears well up in my eyes.

"Did I say you could talk?" I stayed silent and looked away from him. He grabbed my chin and turned my face to look at him.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" He yelled at my face. I stayed silent and still, speaking would only anger him.

"Why aren't you at school?"

"I forgot." I know what's coming, but that doesn't mean it hurts less.

"Let’s see you forget after this." he pulled my hair and dragged me out of my bed. I fell on the floor and tried to get up, but he kicked my ribs. I groaned, but that only made it worse. He graded my hair and slammed my head on the floor. I cried out in pain, tears were running down my face.

          What did I do to deserve this? 

          I felt him punch me in the gut and the air left my lungs. He unbuckled his belt and put it around his hand. I backed up until I hit the wall. No please no, tears keep falling down my face.

          Why does this happen to me? 

          He pulls his hand back and hits my arm with the belt, I start to cry harder. The skin where he whipped me burns, but he doesn't stop there he starts hitting my legs and other arm. By the time he walks out of my room, with a slam of my door, my skin feels like it’s on fire. I start to get up, but my legs cannot support my weight, and I fall back on the floor face first. My tears are long gone now, but I can feel the stains they left on my face.

       

          I get up despite my body's protest. There is only one thing in my mind, and that's my blade. I need to get my blade. I get my shoe and take out the sole, there I see my new blade still wrapped in paper. I picked it up and rip the paper off. I pull up my sleeves and run the blade across my wrist 5 times. Blood starts coming out of my cuts and running down my arm. I look up to see it 8:50 and I'm late for school great! Note the sarcasm.

          I put my blade back and walk into my bathroom I rinse the blood off my wrist and Band-Aid it. I walked to my closet and pulled out a black long sleeve shirt and black skinnies. I put them on quickly and walked into the bathroom to get my hoodie. On my way out of the bathroom I catch my reflection and see my left cheek is purple. Blue lifeless eyes stare back at me. My skin is beyond pale and my hair just looks dead and flat. The once light brown color didn't even shine in the light. I grab a brush and put my hair to cover my face. The last thing I need is for someone to see my burse. I get my bag and run out my door to get to school.