Broken Life

Ch. 1~ Life

Life~

I woke up to the sound of my to parents fighting. I'm used to this.

They fight like 24/7.

I'm serious they do fight.

I heard my mom telling him that she should of never met him.

He yelled back, I wished we never had our stupid child. Ugh! I hate my parents so much I just want to kill them.

I got up from bed and went to my bathroom. Which is in my room.

I stripped off my big T-shirt and basketball trunks and turned on the hot water. I washed my hair and body.

I got out only to be hit by cold air on my body.

I went to my room and went to my closet. Today I feel like wearing:

My black Slipknot shirt, Black skinny jeans with rips in them, my black combat boots, and my black jacket with 'misfits' on it.

I brushed out my hair and brushed my teeth in the sink.

After that I went to my dresser and put on my makeup.

My makeup:

Black eyeshadow

Black eyeliner, and underneath my eyes

Mascara, makes my lashes look long and plump

Pink lip gloss.

My Hair:

My hair is jet black, naturally.

I blow dried it and straighten it.

I put my bangs on the side covering my left eye.

Oh! I forgot to introduce myself.

Well I'm Natalie Taylor.

I'm 15 years old. Sophomore at WestSide School.

My eyes are blue from contacts.

I'm hair length is at my belly button. Its long . It's naturally wavy but I straighten it.

Anyways, I grab my black shoulder bag, my iPhone 5, my razor into my bag, cuz I need it when I hide in the bathroom from the bullies, and I head downstairs.

My dad is watching tv. My mom is lying on the floor knocked out. Idgaf about her. (idgaf- I don't give a fuck)

I walked out the door. Thankfully my dad didn't yell at me or hurt me. I already have enough bruises and cuts on me.

I was on the first step to be pushed down by two strong arms. Dad.

"Where You Going Little Bitch!" my dad yelled at me.

"S-school." I stuttered out.

"You Didn't Get Your Beating Yet Slut!" Dad Yelled. Probably by now he had woked up the while neighborhood.

"Noo! I don't want a beating!" I yelled and got up.

He pushed me down again.

"YOU GET A BEATING WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!" He said with a lot of anger in him.

He then kicked me in the stomach and punched my face.

It kept doing it until I coughed up blood. He turned around and walked in the house and shut the door. I laid there for about 5min and got up.

I grabbed my phone from my bag and checked my face on camera.

My makeup seemed fine but I had a bruise on my cheek.