Brocken and abused

Chpter2 hateful world

Taylor's .P.O.V

I woke up the next morning remembering what happened last night. I quickly got ready for school. Threw my backpack on. I found my father passed out on the couch. walking to school I was hoping I wouldn't bump into Cathrin The slut of the school.

Thankfully I didn't. As soon as I walked I felt happy. My dad wasn't here. I have to wear long sleeves all the time. Why? Cause I cut my self. I have long scars going down my arms.

I don't have any friends. I went to first block. Which was science, as usual was boring. Some how I get passing grades in all my subjects. Second block went by. Then it was time for lunch.

I always sit by my self in the corner. When lunch was over, 4th 5th and 6th block went bye.as I was going to my locker someone taped me on the shoulder. I quickly turned around but there was no one there.

Weird. Any ways walking back to my locker. I started singing the song "Your not Sorry" by Taylor swift.

All this time I was hopin u would come around. I've been given out chances and do is let me down.

And it's taking me this long baby but I figured you out. And your thinking we'll be fine again.

But not this time around. You don't have to call any more. I won't pick up the phone.

This is the last straw. Don't wanna hurt any more. You can tell me that your sorry, but I don't believe u like I did before.

Your not sorry no no no. ..... Looking so innocent might believe if I didn't know.

I could've loved you all my life. If you hadn't left me in the cold. And you got your share of secrets.

And I'm tired of being the last to know. And your asking me to listen cause its worked each time before.

But you don't have to call any more. I won't pick up the phone ...................... ..............................................................

SORRY I don't wanna finish the song, but u can. Back to story!

I really didn't want to go home. To face my dad. I don't wanna be beat any more. Well there's nothing I can do. I walked in the door. Like always my dad was waiting on the tore up couch.

As soon as I walked in, smack! A tear tan down my cheek. Some day I will get out of this hell whole. Or I might not be able take it any more and die.