A Taste Of Freedom

☀Endless rain☀

   《《This is the first chapter I hope you enjoy it, its not as long as I'd hoped it to be.》》
    《《Also this is just my first book writing in general. So please go easy on me I'm fragile😂😂》》
   《《P.S sorry for any mispellings or grammar. Thank you very much enjoy.》》
      addi_long  ❤proofread❤

🌣WARNING: contains thoughts of self harm and sexual abuse!🌣
   

   ☀The dark clouds consumed the sky with a layer of meaningless grey. When people talk about how beautiful a sky is during a storm; I have trouble understanding. What is so beautiful about a dark gloomy sky that traps you in a deep depression? To understand a single streak of lighting and how it sends bolts of electricity through your veins. It sends my body a jolt, waiting for the loud crash of thunder to shake me out of my deepened thoughts.

        It was currently a Sunday morning the worst day in my opinion. Not only are you rushing for the much deprived Monday. You are also sitting still listening to a humming of people around you agreeing to the deathly preach of the pastor. Not that I don't believe, it's just annoying when people around you judge you about 'oh she does drugs' or 'ugh her clothes are to tight'! I find it quite irritable to find the preacher pointing out my name, and how I need "jesus" every. Time. He gets a 'private' word with me.

         The best part about the dreadful church and the annoying hums. Is the boy who sits in the front row. His soft curly, almost a dirty blonde hair sends shivers down my spine. Oh and he's so tall, much to were he towers all of the students at our school. His dark green eyes that seem intimidating, until you look upon the smile on his face. Even I Elizabeth Lancaster can't deny that his smile brightens up my mood in the slightest manner.

          As I continue to admire the boy from the back row, I suddenly feel a pair of eyes staring a whole onto the side of my face. I turn slowly to see some strange boy staring at me, he looks slightly older which would be around 17-18. As I continue to look at the odd stranger, I notice the many scars on his neck that leads up to his  hair line. His midnight raven hair shooting in every direction. His bright blue eyes holds a beware sign as I can tell this boy holds much mystery. By the way he sits alone his black leather jacket, black skinny jeans going perfect with a white t, and to top it all off he has on white hightop converse that hides a slightly shown ankle tattoo. I keep staring at this "mysterious boy" until finally green meets blue. He stares into my soul till I turn quickly blushing like a mad man. But why? I'm in love with a certain curly haired lad that also seems to be staring at me now?

          The scars on my wrist become itchy as my anxiety spikes. The stares becoming more intense by both boys. I don't know what to do? Right then my thoughts had caught up with me I was up on my feet storming out of the church not even noticing both boys calling my name. Wait what how did they no MY name? It all became a blur once I realised I was now soaking wet from the now noticed down por. I let out a high pitched screech as I take off for my house a few blocks away from the church. 'Oh crap' I haven't even noticed that I had left both my parents back at the church, their probly shocked by the sudden exit.

            As I walk past the poor excuse of a door. I bolt up to my room, my safe place. As soon as I am in their I throw my self on the bed wondering how they knew my name, more specifically why. I was a weird girl often labeled as dumb, ugly, worthless, and worst of all a waste of space. That one got me everytime even to the point were I often cut myself it hurts but I can't help but find relief in the sting. I don't want to do this but I feel as if it's my only escape my high, and I'm addicted. I haven't cut in a long time seeing as if I've been receiving "help" which has not been helping at all may I add.

            As I lay here thinking about how people treat me, the way my father treats me. It always makes me wonder what if this time I cut just a little bit deeper. Of course I couldn't do that I feel obligated to save my mother from "father's" abusive ways. Their is no escape if that's what your wondering, trust me I've tried mom and I both, but he found us and hand cuffed us to the wall in the basement. It was rough for mom and I at home the way he'd make me do things for him 'sexually', it's honestly terrifying wondering why someone who's supposed to love you forces you to do something so unfathomable.

           It was only now that I had noticed a puddle of tears, while wondering why? Why is this my life? My eyes start to go dry from the constant flow of tears, finally running out. I lay their sniffling myself to sleep, hearing the once loud but now faint roar of thunder die down sending me into a deep coma like sleep.☀

   

     《《Oh glob first book hope you enjoyed comment vote all that good stuff. Just wanna know what you guys thought of the first chapter??????》》