August 14th ;
The weekend was done. I opened my locker to find no note. I stared at my empty locker. No books, no nothing. It felt eerie. I shrugged it off and closed my locker.
At home I was curled up in a fetal position on my bed. Tear stained cheeks. No it wasn't from the notes. Those mean ugly hostile notes. From him the monster in my closet. My so called father. Or so to say step-father. My tears were dry by now I hosted myself up from my bed and put a jacket on and some busted up low converse. Air that's what I needed. Space away. From everything, everyone, and the world.
I sat on the cold dew grass making my bottom wet but I could care less. I'm away. I felt relieved I smiled not a fake one. No, no not a mask. But a true genuine smile. That's when it hit me the notes. Those ugly notes. They must mean something.
a/n: woop hi it's me the author sorry if this doesn't make sense but there's many meanings behind each chapter. So feel free to message me any questions and stuff.
