Escaping The Pain

Chapter one- Avaria's POV

     I woke up suddenly to the sound of crashing boxes and shouting parents. They were progressively getting worse, the arguements that is. Today they were screaming from across the house at each other about me. I could here my mom shouting at my dad,
" What if it comes back Paul?! What if she starts again?! Uprooting our family to get away from those awful kids is only going to bring some other bullies into our life!! Into her life!!", my moms voice was shaking with each word and I could tell she was crying. I crept out of my room and down the first few stairs onto one of the landings. My dad stayed silent because he saw me creeping down the stairs. I stopped and closed my eyes tight. Hoping to ignore the look my dad was giving me. Like, how am I supposed to respond to that Av!? What if she's right?
Well my mom had the right to ask those questions but the problem is no one knows the answers.
      My mom just stood there and I decide it was safe to finish my trip down the stairs. They both gave me an expectant look. I pulled my sleeves down, suddenly becoming self-conscious of my scars. I started fiddling with my fingers as I grabbed a pop tart and an apple. I gripped the food and ran upstairs to my room, without having even said a single word to either of my parents.
     I walked into my room and closed the door. I leaned against the door and let out a deep sigh of relief. I suddenly heard my brother in the bedroom next to mine. He must have been woken up by the sound of me slamming my door. I walked over to my dresser and put on some comfy traveling clothes because we had to move today. I wouldn't say I was sad. At all. I had no friends to miss me and my tormentors would have to find a new subject of their cruel ways.
    After I pulled my sweatpants on I tied my hair up in a bun and walked over to my brothers room. He was brushing his teeth in his bathroom that was attached to his room. My brother Alex was 16, he was one year older than me and he had been my rock this past year. He always held onto me when I would have panic attacks and spend hours sitting on my bathroom floor. He then noticed me standing in his doorway with a probably dazed look on my face. He rinsed his mouth and his toothbrush while I sat down on his bed. He came over and sat down next to me. That past week had been so hard for me, the girls who had been bullying me since 5th grade had put it into full force. He enveloped me into one of his hugs that I had become so accustomed to that past year. Before I knew it I felt hot, salty tears fall down my cheeks onto his bare shoulders and into my mouth. He just sat there with me until finally I wrapped my arms around his back and hugged him back. I didn't realise how long we'd been sitting like that but before I knew it my mom walked upstairs, not even walking into his room, and yelled at us to grab our last boxes and come to the car. Alex stood up and pulled me up with him. I hadn't thought through what I was wearing because the t shirt I had changed into revealed the fresh marks from last night. Alex had been at his friends house and I slipped up and cut myself again. He saw them and gave me a look of pure worry. But I knew how disappointed he must've been in me. He always told me that when I started feeling that way to just call him but last night I just spaced and next thing I new I was sitting in my bathtub with the hot shower running over my back and the water turning pink after it ran over me. He ran his fingers gently over the marks and I flinched. They were sore and it hurt me to see that it hurt him. He pulled me into another hug and whispered into my ear,
"Av, why didn't you call? I worry about you and I'm always here."
    I knew I was depressed again. Obviously I was but I had become very good at concealing it.
    That's when I knew. When I knew, he knew that it was back.
   **AN**
    OK SO IDK THAT CHAPTER WAS CONFUSING!!