What You Really Need To Understand

Chapter 1

Pictures of my friends and I, a jewelry box, candles, perfumes, money, make-up, and a Ballerina thing that plays a beautiful tone.

My eyes widen as I hear a THUD. Wide awake now. I sit up in bed and hear a BANG and another BANG. My hair down and wearing a tank top and some sleeping shorts. I look at my bedroom door, in which is closed.

I cover my ears. My left arm covering my left ear and my wounded right arm covering my right. Bandages from my wrist to about an inch away from my elbow. Covering the cuts... The scars.

I open my door, grab a pair of clothes and a towel and walk I downstairs. Normally you never walk straight into a parent argument that happens in middle of the night. I'm sick and tired of waking up in middle of the night due to Mom and Dad. I'm done with it.

I walk by them and give them a look. That look was saying "Really guys?! For the 900th time?!".

I walk through the middle of them, closing my eyes. I keep walking as Mom and Dad look at me. They put their hands on their hips. I finally reach the bathroom. I look at them.

They are about to yell at me or something. But I just walk into the bathroom and close the door anyways. I set the spare pair of clothes and the towel on the counter.

I lean against the shut bathroom door and tears start to shed from my eyes. Parent issues.

'Why do they have to do this?' I wonder.

I get undressed and hop into the nice hot shower. It felt good to finally have some peace. The water hitting the floor and the fan sure does help me not be able to hear my parents keep arguing.

I get out and I put on black leggings with a purple designer belt that has spikes on it. I put on a Navy Blue tank top and a leather unbuttoned jacket over it. I take off my Bandages and put on a Black and White Striped fingerless glove that goes all the way up to my elbow.

I pull down the skin of the bottom of my eye lid and I put on some black eyeliner and some mascara. I braid my hair into 2 loose braids. I brush my teeth quickly. It was now 6:40 A.M. .

"ZOEY! BREAKFAST!" My mom yells from the kitchen.

I blankly look at myself in the mirror. I have an evil smirk. I wasn't going to do anything evil but it just looks evil.

'I look good😃...' I think.

I walk out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. Mom was at the table on her phone and Dad was across the table, reading newspaper.

I slip on my all black hat that has cat ears on it. Like a Neko, know what I mean?

I grab my pink backpack/purse and I just stop out the door. They just kept doing their thing.

I speed walk out of the yard and through the city...