Untouched

Chapter 1: From the start.

"Naveahhhh!!!!" he bellowed with a voice so loud the ground shook and immediately I knew it was time, why hadn't I woken up earlier, I'm going to get punished again, I am already so
ugly, brandished with scars so deep oozing with secrets.

Ever since mom died it has been the same repeated cycle of shouting, beating and crying except I don't cry, I have to be strong because if I don't stay strong and hope for a better tomorrow, I will fall into the unending spiral of death a depression so dark it will never see light. I rush to get down the stairs and before I know it I can hear a large crack it's deafening to me, understanding that the source of the sound is me, he continues to hit me mercilessly  pummelling my face with no remorse until all the anger has been let out. " You stupid piece of sh*t, you should have died instead of mom, why didn't you die, if only I could kill you myself but then again I don't want to go to jail." Footsteps echo through the baron looking hall way and feet appear in front of me and soon I find my self recoiling after being kicked in the face. " You're such an ugly b*tch I don't know why you're still alive why don't you just go kill yourself." Instantly I know it's her, they make such and excellent couple it is clear that they are made for each other.

I don't understand how someone could be filled with so much hatred and anger, why would my brother treat me in such a manner, I wasn't the cause of mum's death, she was attacked while working the night shift and had suffered too many blows to the head and had experienced major bleeding in her brain, resulting in her being pronounced brain dead, yet he blamed me for it.

Once I realised that they had finally left, I got up hunched over in fear that the pain would kick in if I stood up to too soon and slowly but cautious I hobbled over to the bathroom and took out the small first aid kit I had found a few days ago while cleaning, it hadn't been used in so many years that dust had settled on it. Cautiously, I disinfected all visible bruises on my aching body, occasionally hissing whenever the antiseptic came in contact with a cut, after that I made sure to take care of the massive gash on my forehead. It would have been a long drawn out process cleaning the gash, however I had gotten used to it, I was almost a pro at tending to the various wounds I had received over the past years: after bandaging my head, I made sure to carefully place the first aid kit back as I had found it as if he knew I had used it I would be hit again, well I doubt that he even knew it was there in the first place, after I had put the kit back; I grabbed my old tooth brush and began to brush my teeth using the tooth paste samples I had accumulated over the years: everything I own today is either a result of my collecting habits when I was younger or a purchase I made with money I had earned from working at school. You see, we were never rich and mom had alway's taught me to try and save as much as money possible when making a purchase, so I quickly learned to only buy when things that where on sale or discounted for whatever reason.

Sighing, I slowly turned and quietly opened the door, gently slithering back to my sorry excuse of a room, that I had gradually come to love. Tired, bruised and battered I carefully peeled off my torn up pj's, I then proceeded to take out, from my makeshift wardrobe, a baggy pair of worn out jeans and a long sleeve top along with a massive hoody, that I knew would sufficiently hide my scars both old and forming. After laying the clothes on my old, tattered mattress; decorated with a single worn, badly knitted blanket, made by me, I then began, stealthily,putting on the clothes, I had bought from my local charity shop - looking around the room in search of my bag which I quickly found and picked up, ensuring to rest the strap on my good shoulder, I then scanned the room for my shoes which I also found and put on.

Paranoid that he would come out again and beat me, I made my way down the brittle stairs that had over the years been worn down to practically nothing; making sure to make as little noise as possible. Once at the bottom, I took my last few wobbly steps before reaching the door, twisting the knob silently, listening out for the pending click and slipping out. I slowly closed the door once more before turning around and with my head down making my way to school. The walk to school was not a very tedious one as the school was only a couple blocks away from my house. Before I knew it I found my self in front of the school. Pulling my hoody down a little more, I made sure to look down ensuring not to make eye contact with anyone. Suddenly, I felt a slight nudge before I found myself tumbling to the floor, my books flew out the bottom of my bag, although in excruciating pain, I quickly proceeded to gather my books and papers that had flew out my bag. "Ughh, sorry I didn't see you there, here let me help" spoke a deep voice. Noticing my books in a masculine hand, I looked up slightly ensuring to still refrain from making eye contact, I reached out to collect them, before the hand jolted back slightly. "I'm Jacob, what's your name?" surprised I glanced up, my eye's coming into contact with the deepest blue eye's I had ever seen, they were so dark in colour that they almost looked black, snapping out of the trance, I found my self in, gently in a wiry voice I ask "Can I have my books back please?" "What??" He replies coming out of his own sense of shock. Slightly amused, I gesture to my book's, "Oh, sorry he replies handing them to me before I scurry off. My day continues as normal without anymore run in's with mister dark eyes and before I know it I find myself back in my room tucked up in my bed.

I lay awake wondering what my life would be like if my mom hasn't died- I guess your now wondering where my dad is, well all I can tell you is that he died a few days prior to my birth, I remember how my mum used to whisper to me sweet stories of how her and dad met and fell in love, at that point in time she would be the poor peasant girl of the house who found her kind gentle prince and ended up living as a queen in a great big castle. Before I knew it I had been lulled to sleep, the land of dreams  where I had no troubles at all and I could finally live normally like any other teen. However, little did I know that my life would soon change forever in just less than 24 hours I would be free from him; my saving grace a baby hidden deep in the dustbin crying in the dead of night. The light that would guide me through the dark, bottomless tunnel. That would free me from it all.

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