CHAPTER 1: Oh the Misery

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The creaking of the old rusted swing as I walk by the park fills my ears. The moon and mist making it all the more creepy, like something out of a horror movie. My sneakers squeak with every step from my heel rubbing against the back of them.

I hate this place, I hate these people, I hat my life. I look up at the moon in a trance from its glow. The leaves on the ground are restless as they flitter around against the pavement.

The eery silence makes my skin crawl and my legs tingle. I start to hum quietly as if not to disturb the peace. I should have just went straight home, but no I had to fall for their stupid games. Why would they be friends with someone like me anyways. "The hanging tree...go down to the hanging tree," I sing the words out loud but not to loud.

Something crashes a good distance behind me, my heart races in terror. I'm to scared to turn around, my body won't move to my command. "Just do it Alex," I gain control and turn around, a trash can is knocked over.

The trash splayed out on the sidewalk, the trash can shakes and more trash is thrown out, I can feel my heart hammering in my chest from fear. A stray cat comes out from inside it and runs across the street. I let go of the breath I didn't know I was holding in.

"Just a cat, it was just a cat you'll be fine," I turn around and my face smacks into a, pole? No it's warm, it's breathing. I look up my eyes wide, a tall figure of a man stands in front of me. My heart is beating even faster to the point where I can hear it. "Excuse me, I..I'm sorry," I hold back the tears that want to escape my eyes.

He doesn't say anything, just stands there looking down at me. I can't see his face, the street lamp flickers. "Excuse me," I say again before practically running around him and farther down the sidewalk to my apartment. I check to see if he is following me but he is gone, there was nothing there, as if I imagined it all.

I shake my head and jog up the stairs to my room. Before I can unlock the door it is yanked open and the angry face of my father looks down at me. I look at him, he is wearing a dirty tank top with stains and he is only in his boxers, he hasn't shaved the now forming beard, and he reeks of alcohol and sadness. I bite my lip and look down, I don't dare look him in the eyes.

"Where the fuck have you been," he calmly says. His calmness scares me even more, and the fact that he has been drinking. Empty bottles of liquor lay on the floor. He hasn't been the same since mom left and probably never will.

"I just hung out with some friends in scho..." he yanks me inside which causes me to loose my balance and I fall to the floor. "This is my house and these are my rules, you want to live here you follow my rules!" he throws a bottle of liquor against the wall but it doesn't break.

So out of a fit of rage he picks it up holding the neck of the bottle and slams it against the coffee table successfully breaking it and chipping the table. His eyes are wild like that of a beast and i'm terrified, I hate to be around him when he is like this, I hate to be around him at all.

If I move away he is most likely to beat me, but if I stay here he is most likely to beat me. Either way he is going to beat me. HE stares down at the glass in anger, "your just like your mother, I bet you have been whoring around like her, haven't you, you slut," he slams his fist against the table making me jump. "N..no I..I haven't! I swear I haven't!" I try to persuade him, to calm him down. I haven't even had a boyfriend, i have been alone since well forever.

"Yes you have! Now your lying to me, looks like I have to teach you a lesson," he turns and goes to grab me and I can't stop the scream of terror that came out of my mouth, I dodge his grasp and run. He yells profanities and chases after me, "come here you little slut!" my heart beats like crazy in my chest. I run into the kitchen and put distance between us by getting on the other side of the counter.

He runs in after me and slams his hand on the counter, "come here Alex, get your ass over here!" he runs over to me and I run to the other side of the counter and into the living room.

A scream erupts from my throat as he catches up to me. "Little bitch," he grabs my jacket, I quickly unzip it and let him have it. I run out the door into the hallway, but he doesn't stop chasing me, I quickly run down the stairs. I trip and fall, my body flung down the rest of the steps. I land at the bottom, pain shooting up my spine, laughing up blood and get up and use the wall to hold myself up.

Im running again, I get outside, the moon mocking me as I trudge through the dark. My body screams in agony and I just want to give up but I have to keep going. My head aches, I reach up and feel a wet sticky substance. Blood.

My ark hangs loosely to my side, I know it's broken and the pain is unbearable. I sob out in pain, trudging up to the park, the creepy lamp post flickers as if trying to ward me away.

More blood. Headaches shoot through me like a tsunami. It's so cold, the wind blows against my bare skin. I walk into the park and sit on the bench, no longer able to bare the pain. I sob loudly, my body shaking with every cry. I squeeze my eyes shut and cry harder, holding my broken arm to my chest. I can feel the blood from my head trickle down my neck.

"Mommy, someone please help me," I sob out but I know no one will hear. All the crying and the loss of blood makes me super sleepy. I can feel my body lose strength and sag forward every minute. My eyes droop and my breathing becomes labored. I lose the strength to even hold my broken arm. I can't see anything but darkness, I don;t even remember closing my eyes. I flop forward and land on the mulch.

My face is pressed into the ground, I can't move anything.

The blood loss becomes to much and I don't try to breath anymore, I stop holding on.


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