Falling leaves

Chapter Five

Waking up was a bitch. Even with wired dreams, i woke up more stiff than I've ever been.

Not that i can complain, it was a park bench.

The dreams stayed on my mind. Even as i walked from the park to my apartment to get a shower and some fresh cloths for school, they were still there.

The dreams were scary at first. Starting off with me running then jumping. I was a light, i think. Flying in space, but then i feel on earth. That's when the pain started.

Even though it was a dream, i felt every emotion like it was real. All the bad memories flashed, replaying in my head.

Then i was saved.

That's how i knew it was a dream, because prince charming isn't real.

But in my dream he was there. Dark hair, perfect sculptured face, and what surprised me the most, were his purple eyes, violet.

Eyes that held a promise when he said " I'll make you happy."

Yea, i know, what a dream. I rolled my eyes.

I got to my apartment soon after telling myself over and over to ignore the feeling that something

was off. Something didn't feel right.

"What the fuck is wrong with you today," I mentally ask myself. 

I walked through the door of my apartment and gagged. People were passed out, laying in their own piss. The room a wreck, cloths thrown everywhere. I walk towards my room, stepped on something slippery and feel right on my ass.

"Ow!"

Great, just great. I'll be going to school with a broken back side. I sit up, groaning while holding my soon to be bruised ass. I looked down at my feet, trying to find what i slipped on.

There, lying in the middle of the floor, were used condoms.

"Hell no!" I shrieked.I scrubbed my feet on the dirty carpet, trying to get the....ewwww!

"Ew, ew...!" I gagged.

It could have aids on it, or an HIV, our some kind of flesh eating diseases!

Just walk away, walk away slowly.

I took deep breaths, lots of them. I walked to my room, to scared to look anywhere but at me feet and that was bad enough.

I made it to my room safely and jumped into the shower. I showered quick, scared that someone would wake up. I through on a tight red shirty, black skinny jeans, and my favorite black leather high healed boots. I don't put makeup on, don't need to. My lashes are to dark for mascara, my skin flawless, and my gold eyes don't any help standing out.

I look at myself in the mirror. My eyes showed i lacked sleep, dark circles appearing under them.

Why do i stay here?

I am 18, legally an adult. But here i am, living in this house with a person who hates me and..will probrobly be the death of me.

I'm slowly dying.

I sign to myself. If i did decided to leave where would i go? Its not like i have loving relatives that would take me in, i don't. I have no family, except her.

I have no job, probrobly can't get one because i have a criminal record (long story). I have no money, I'm a druggie, and i want...

I want my mom.

I keep thinking one day she'll wake up and kiss my check for the first time and say she's sorry for everything and promises to never hurt me again. I want that, and if i leave..., there's no chance of that happening.