Everyone has eyes but not everyone uses them to see what is past another's.
Life is strange and so are eyes. Everyone has a unique life, a unique story and everyone has unique eyes, everyone has a unique story behind their eyes.
If you look close e...
After a long journey we made it to sunny California where I'm hoping to see a lot of hot guys. Not that any of them will even take notice of me anyway.
I am currently unpacking my stuff in my new home which looks more like a mini- mansion/ beach house. When we first pulled up, I couldn't believe how big it was and how pretty.
I have to say that my balcony view of my bedroom is amazing as it overlooks the pure, breath taking, crystal-like pool of refreshing water also known as the sea.
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My room is also big. The door is on the far left with the bathroom just up from that on the same wall but this time on the right. The big bed is over at the far right in the middle of the wall leaving plenty of space between the bed and the bathroom. The balcony is just opposite to the door and bathroom which creates a open view plan look that also brightens up the room.
The walls are white and very light pink which somehow don't look too childish by my surprise. Everything is just so different here and I don't know why.
It's hard to believe but all that my thoughts keep coming back to is 'how has dad got the money for all this?', I honestly don't know and I'm not sure I want to know.
Later that day I found myself barely awake after my beating. I could feel that my arms were bleeding and also my head from where he smashed a bottle of beer on my head. I could feel prices of glass still inside of my head but right now I was only able to cope with staying awake.
This time my beating was a 'welcoming' beating as my dad put it. He said that it just makes me understand that he is not going to be going any easier on me.
He is an animal and there's no taming the beast!
All of a sudden I felt my salty tears roll down my cheeks one after the other until I was crying myself a river.
I don't like letting him see me cry as it shows weakness and that is one thing I won't let him see.
I should be used to this pain for a few reasons, but when it's coming from him the pain is just so much worse. I can't fight him, I won't! I mean I could, but I don't want to show him that I'm no better! I fight because I can fight, but I don't abuse that skill like him, not like he actually has any skill.
It's been around 20 minutes and it is now 1:34am and I am meant to be starting school today. I get up slowly so that I don't become dizzy or lightheaded.
Once I know that I will be fine I got up and cleaned all my wounds. I don't need to stress about people seeing my bruises as over the years I have learned how to cover all of them with makeup and know one ever knows.
I'm not scared for starting a new school as I have done it a few times already. Before my mum left I used to be one of them girls that had many friends and got along with everyone, however when things started to change, I became less interactive and kept to myself as I felt like everyone hated me.
I decided that now at 2:14am I need to get to sleep as otherwise I will be late on my first day of school.
