Not Knowing..

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Hey guys, author here, just wanted to let you guys know a picture of "Owna Del'mar" is up above, and his is under MAJOR EDITING.  Thanks!
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Owna woke up with a sore throat the next morning. Her body ached, and she limped out of her room, not even bothering to look down at the cracked, and broken door. Sighing with an emotionless tone she gently opened the door to the bathroom. She closed her eyes before walking and held her breath while she turned to look at the mirror. When she opened her eyes and let out a soft breath, she had to hold back a small whimper.

Her brown hair was in a nest, tangled and stuck together in some places with her blood. Her eyes were red, and her so were her tear stained cheeks. She had a black eye, and a swollen light purple lip. She turned on the warm water to splash away the dried blood that had previously ran from her nose and lips, down her chin, and off onto her shirt. She slipped off her clothes one at a time so she could sink in all of her newly developed dark bruises and cuts...

She bit her swollen lip to hide back tears that wanted to escape. Show the world she wasn't ok, show she wanted, no she needed help. She wanted to scream and shout, ram her fist into the mirror, over and over again. She wanted to so desperately to get away from her breath taking, bone shattering life. To be free from all of her pain, to be with her parents. She wanted to be with her mother, and father again. To feel the once warm embrace of her mother, for her to brush her hair once more. She wanted to see her father, go fishing with him, or play tea party again where he would pretended to drink her invisible tea and pretend it was good.

But no. She can't; they're dead. Gone forever, to never be seen or heard from again. They died in a fucking car crash all because her father had one to many at a friend's house. He sped past a red light and that damn truck couldn't stop fast enough with ramming into them, smashing them into a nearby park tree. Smashed and killed on impact instantly, if they were to survive, then they'd be in such a position that even the smallest of breaths would kill them, and if that didn't then the car setting on fire definitely would have.

The driver may have saved her life, yes, but all she wanted was to die with her family now. She wanted to end it all, slide a perfectly sharp blade across her delicate flesh and feel the warmth of her soothingly red blood run from the cuts like prisoners breaking free. She can hear a ringing in her ear from time to time telling her to just end it all right now, telling her to die, jump off the roof of the school building, do everyone a favor and just be gone.

But she never fell to the temptations. She never thought of running away, phoning the police, crying out to a teacher in asking for help, never ran to her neighbors home banging on their front door in the middle of the night screaming for them to dial 911... No. She has remained silent for over 12 years. She is 16 now... On her 4th birthday was the accident. She blamed herself for the deaths, she wanted to see her grandparents. She begged over and over to see them and they finally caved after a week of begging. She blames herself for ever letting herself and her mother for walking out that door that morning. She thinks the abuse is the payback she deserves.

Owna shook her head and slowly got into the hot shower. The warm water forming beads, then small streams, and slowly running down her body. Every little pitter patter hitting the floor soothed her more and more. She took a cloth from a basket near the shower and got it wet, gently dabbing against her face. The clear liquid slowly turned to a pinkish/reddish color now as she washed off all the dried blood. She held back tears seeing as how this hurt. The water stung every little cut she had, making her hiss out in pain, from time to time. She scrubbed her body from the filth, and stood there. She knew she was going to be late for school seeing as how it was eleven something by now. She stood there for 5 more minutes, just staring down at her feet before moving to turn off the now cold water. She rubbed her face gently with her hands rubbing in the water that was running down her face.

After 25 minutes of just drying off and combing her hair she scatters across the room looking for her grey hoodie, and jeans. After slipping into her clothes carefully, she ran down stairs to find her shoes. Her father thru them down the stairs after last night's incident... She slipped on her boots and scavenged around the kitchen looking for a bottle of water, and a granola bar. She tossed these things carelessly into her bag, and ran for the from door. She pulled it opened and instantly flung her arm up to cover her eyes from the suns bright raise of light. Blinking a few times after the stinging went away she locked her front door and ran down the side walk for her school.

Out of breath for have running for 5 minutes, her lungs burned and thighs felt like fire. She thought she was going to pass out. She didn't like running, she wasn't 'built for it'. She let out a small smile, then shook it off before walking into the school. She was ready for a day of just pure hell.

Running into her 5th period class, she sat in the very back of the class and put her head down. She ran her hands thru her messy hair, and closed her eyes hoping for a blissful moment of peace, but that never came. Her teacher snapped at her, his loud voice making her jump in her seat. She sat up instantly, regretting it that same moment too seeing as how she popped her neck at the same time. Her hair covered half her face for a moment, her mouth slightly parted, and her eyes glazed over with confusion for the tiniest of moments. The tall, lanky male teacher stared a her for a moment too long. After noticing this he quickly cleared his throat and yelled across the very short class room, making the other students snicker and turn their heads staring at her contently.

"Owna Del'mar, after school detention. You're late once more for the 3rd time this week, and it seems like you were sleeping in my class." He held up his had to stop her before she could speak back, "No excuses. Sleep on you're own damn time. I don't have time to deal with students who don't give a crap about their education. So be quiet, and take your notes. You have anything else t try and argue back withy, you tell me after the last bell of the day rings. Got it?"

She sat there and said nothing. She looked down and slowly picked up a pencil to start on her notes. "Good. OK. Now back onto the topic, next week you will be working a short-" Owna cut off his voice. She let the tears run down her face as he rambled on and on about this so called assignment. She looked to her left and looked out the window and out into the field. She saw the man she ran into the other day walking into the entrance of the school.

'Hmm... Interesting. What did he say his name was again?' Shr ran thru all of the names it could have been, racking her brain for his name and smiles when finally Remembering. 'Ahh, now I remember. Its Dawn... Dawn Dark.'

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Hey guys Auther here again, sorry for it being so short it's 11:26 pm over here and I promise to you I'll finish it tomorrow morning. :)

I'm out, have a good night guys and gals!!