Chapter 1: Moving

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Your pov.

I wake up to my alarm going off. God damn fuckin alarm... cant i just sleep forever... The alarm keeps going. "Y/n! Turn your fuckin alarm off god damn it!" My dad screams. "Fuck you ya basard." I murmur as i sit up and unplug my alarm clock. "What the hell did you just say to me!?" My dad exclaims. "Nothing!" I yell back. "I said fuck you ya basard" i murmur under my breath as i get up and get ready for my last day of school. Thank god ill be out of this town soon... hopefully ill have friends at my new school... I look at the scars and cuts on my wrists. When will i find a friend or two..? Or when will i die..? I sigh as i go and grab my f/c leather jacket and put it on. I grab my phone and slide it into my right pocket on my jeans. I grab my backpack and swing it over one shoulder and go downstairs. I see my brother sitting on the couch watching tv and eating cereal. I sigh and walk into the kitchen. My dad knows better to try to stab me or hit me across the face with anything before school... so i should be fine... i walk in and see my father standing there with nothing in his hands as i sigh out of relief. Thank god hes not gonna abu- he stops me in my thoughts as he pushes me down. I look up at him and brace myself for a beating. "Hey b/n!" My dad says. Oh no... "what?" My brother says. Oh shit... "wanna help?" My dad asks in an evilish tone. Please no... "naah... im busy eating and watching tv." My brother says. Thank god... my dad kicks my side as i wince. Suddenly something snaps inside of me as i stand up and shive ky father to the ground. It goes silent. I realize what ive done as i cover my mouth, my dad gives je a death glare. Oh shit... Time to go to school early! I dart out the door as fast as i can as sprint to the school, i dont look back.

~~~~ time skip to the end of school before the busses depart ~~~~

I rush out of class with all of my stuff to my locker and stuff my stuff into my backpack. I put my backpack over my shoulder as i run to my bus and get on it. "Look at miss. Im too much of a dumb bitch ti stand up for myself!" I hear someone say. Oh fuck you... dumbass... i get on the bus and sit in the back of the bus and pull out my phone and f/c earbuds. I plug the earbuds into my phone as i turn on some music and listen to music on my way back home.

~~~~ the next day, moving/unpacking day ~~~~

I wake up and look over to my alarm clock and get up. I walk over to my stack of boxes and pull out my knife, slide up my sleeve. I cut my wrist multiple times until i hear a knock on my door. "Hey, sis..." i hear my brother say. "Y-yeah..?" I say as i hurry and put the knife back and pull my sleeve down. "Can i come in please..?" He asks. Whys he asking to come in..? He never really even talks to me... and if he were to want to come in... he would litterally just walk in with no warning... "y-yeah...sure..." i say as i walk to the door and open it, he walks in as i close the door behind him. "Whats up..?" I ask slightly worried. He looks at me and hugs me, i flinch. "I... i-i wanted to say that im sorry..." he whispers. "F-for what..?" I ask. He never really did anything to me... but he does abuse me when my father commands him to... or even... when hus friends start beating me up... "for being a horrible brother and hurting you... i dont wanna hurt you at all... ive never wanted to hurt you... i just wanted to blend in..." he explains. "W-wait... you mean it..?" I ask. "Yes... yes i do..." he says as he hugs me tighter, i feel something small and wet hit my shoulder. Hes... crying..? I suddenly feel touched by what he said and hug him back. He lets go as he backs up a bit. "You ready to start moving our stuff into the new house and then unpack..?" He asks i nod.

~~~~ time skip to when the moving and unpacking is done ~~~~

I flop on my bed. Only... a couple days until i start school here... i hope i can make some friends... i smile and fall asleep.

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