Alice's P.O.V.
I was sprawled on a bare mattress on the basement floor. If you're asking 'Why?', I will tell you. The basement is also the room that I sleep in. My mother died in a car wreck when I was 10 and my father makes me sleep in here. All of my stuff is in boxes scattered around the unfurnished room. I was planning on leaving tonight, right after midnight hits. Tomorrow is my birthday. My 18th birthday to be precise. And today is the anniversary of my mom's death. After she died, I became very depressed, my sister turned into a druggie whore who lives with her boyfriend, and my father is an abusive drunk. I'm stuck with him. But only till tomorrow. Tomorrow, I am FREE.
I was sprawled on the mattress listening to my mixed playlist on the iPod that my friends mom bought me for my birthday last year. All of my favorite bands. Black Veil Brides, Blood on the Dance Floor, Sleeping With Sirens, Falling in Reverse, Motionless in White, Bring Me The Horizon, New Years Day, Skillet, Queensryche, Suicide Silence and Marilyn Manson. I know, it's a lot, but they are my favorite bands. They keep me alive and partially sane. If my father found out, he would kill me. Literally. He beats me, cuts me and burns me on a daily basis. As the song changed to Black Veil Brides' Wretched and Divine, the basement door flew open. My father stormed in. There was a partially empty bottle of booze in his hand, so I knew he was drunk again. Great. I jumped up off of the mattress, my headphones falling to the ground, Andy's amazing voice fading from my ears. He stalked closer to me, a wicked grin on his face. I made sure not to move. That would get me beaten for sure. I looked at his feet, not meeting his eyes out of habit. I felt his disgusting breath on my blue-black hair. "Oh, Alice?" he said. My head flew up in shock. He NEVER uses my name. He says that I don't deserve to use a human name, since I am less than human. "Want a hug?" he asked, opening his arms. My eyes widened and I took an involuntary step back. Wrong move. His hand came up and dashed across my face. The only problem was, it was the hand with the bottle that went aacross my face. The bottle shattered, cutting my cheek in many places. As I hit the ground my head hit the concrete floor and bounced. As darkness consumed me, I saw him move towards me with a look that filled me with fear on his face. Then I saw no more and felt nothing but pain.
