Broken Wings

Volume I: Chapter 1

It was a warm summer night, and most families in the neighborhood are probably cuddled together, watching a movie and passing around a tub of ice cream. Not mine, though. Sometimes I wonder if you can hear the screams from the outside.

"You ruined my life you little bítch!"

The empty bottle flew toward me, and I closed my eyes, waiting for the impact. It missed my face by mere inches, hitting the wall above me, shattering to pieces. Thank god mom is a bit clumsy when she's drunk, I thought as the shards rained down on me.

"The love of my life left me because of you! He wanted a child and instead he got a monster, now I'm stuck raising this piece of trash". Before I could react, she stomped toward me and slammed my head against the wall.

Crunch. The world became darker, spots of light swimming before me. I tasted metal in my mouth and my mother sounded like she was under water.

"I should've killed you when I could, but I'm just too nice. Now he's gone and I don't want to go to jail". I blinked to clear my vision a bit, but my head had already started to throb. Dang, this will be a killer headache tomorrow, I thought distantly while my mom continued screaming at me. "You should thank me, I give you a roof above your head, and I stop you from being the fat disgusting pig you would become the second I'm not there". It's all his fault. If he stayed, then my mother wouldn't hate me as much. He left because of me, if I had just kept my mouth shut, my life would have been so much better. 

"Thank me!", she skrieched, spit flying in my face. She's right, I would be even uglier without her. I tried to make my mouth move, but it was like my lips couldn't form words. 

"I said THANK ME!" She threw my thin, fragile frame against the wall once again and my vision wavered. I curled into a ball to shield my body from the pain.

"Fúcking rétard", she spat at me, giving me one last kick before stomping away. "I swear one day I'll kill you". I finally let myself succumb to the darkness, drifting to a restless sleep.

When I wake, I am in the same fetal position I was when I passed out. I stand up slowly, every muscle in my body aching as I unfurl my long body. I glance at the clock, "7:00am" it reads.

Dang, I was going to be late for school. I hobble to the bathroom to wash away the blood, brush my teeth and put on some makeup I bought to cover my bruises. Everything I own I had to get myself because I was already sucking the life out of mother, at least I could not suck the money from her either.

I look down at the basket of clothes I had to choose from and pick out the ones that covered the most amount of skin. It was a black tank top and skirt that barely covered my behind. I sigh, and fish around for some leggings to wear, and coming up with only fishnet stockings. Mother must have thrown out the ones without holes, for she believes the only way I will get people to like me is to wear the least clothes as possible; because thanks to her, the only thing I have going for me is my body.

Thinking about this made my stomach rumble, and I stumble over to the refrigerator, open it to reveal a gold mine of food, and close it again with another sigh. I wasn't allowed to eat more than twice a week because I would become a fat pig if I do, and no one would like me.

Making at least noise as possible, I grab my leather jacket from its hook near the door and rush out the door, I didn't want another encounter today.

My throat opens up and my body relaxes as I breath in the polluted outside air deeply. I was free.

I down my house steps two at a time and hobble to my motorcycle that was parked on the side of the street.

I shove the keys in the ignition and gun it down the street, wind brushing my hair back as I let my laughs be carried away with the wind.