Blinded by the Light

four

I woke up at around 8. My head was still pounding from last night. I was supposed to be at school by now. I really didn't want to go, but I didn't want to be home.

I put on my ripped jeans and my Foo Fighters shirt with a green flannel. I noticed that you could see my cuts through the holes in the jeans so I put on my non-ripped jeans instead. I really regret doing that now. I didn't even want to do it in the first place so why did I?

I did my everyday makeup; concealer, powder, eyeliner, and mascara. I left my hair wavy and down. It looked messy but I didn't care. I looked tired and still had the cut on my forehead. I'll just come up with a stupid story.

I grabbed my backpack and drove to school. Once I got there, I got a late slip and walked into class. When I walked in everyone stared at me. "Alison, you're late." the teacher scolded. "Yeah, no shit." I mumbled as I gave her the slip. She glared at me and I heard some giggles at my response.

As I walked through the desks my eyes caught a boy. It was the kid I bumped into in the halls yesterday. He had messy dirty blonde hair with highlights and dark blue eyes. He caught me looking at him and I looked away. I felt him watching me as I sat down.

I turned my head to look at him after a few seconds. He didn't show any emotion as he continued to stare at me. I narrowed my eyes at him and he finally looked away.

The rest of the day droned on and on. Carter asked about my forehead, but I just told her I tripped and hit my head on the corner of my bedside table.

When the last bell rang, signaling school was over, I felt a churning feeling in my stomach. I didn't want to go home. I didn't want to see the empty bedroom where my mom should be, and I really didn't want to see Andrew. What if he comes home drunk again and beats me like last night? I shivered thinking about it, but I didn't really have anywhere else to go.

I took the long way home and listened to my favorite playlist on 8 tracks. It was a mix of my favorite songs by All Time Low. I sang the lyrics to Painting Flowers when my phone interrupted me. It was Nat. I rolled my eyes and answered.

"What's up?" I asked. "Where were you yesterday? I called you like four times and you didn't answer." his annoying voice nagged. "I didn't feel like going to school. Where were you today?" I nagged back, mimicking him.

"Unlike the selfish and irresponsible bitch you are, I was actually sick." he stated. I rolled my eyes and hung up. I really didn't feel like dealing with his shit right now. If he actually knew what happened, he wouldn't be calling me that.

I parked in front of the house. I was relieved as I saw that Andrew's car wasn't in the driveway. I walked into the house and went up to my room. I changed into sweats and a large t shirt.

I decided to listen to music and go on twitter. I continued listening to 8 tracks and became tired. I had my music up too high, so I guess I didn't hear the front door because Andrew burst into my room, looking even more drunk than yesterday.

My heart started pounding as I ripped my earbuds out of my ears. He ran over to me and threw me on the ground. I tried to get back up, but he kicked me in the stomach. I groaned in pain as I felt like throwing up.

He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up to his face so that we were inches apart. "You deserve to die." he stated. I cringed as I smelt the strong alcohol in his breath. He threw my head back down and it smacked the floor. A tear slide from my eye as I sat back up.

"You're such a fucking baby!" he screamed as he slapped me. I held my cheek as I felt the sting. "Stop..." I cried. He punched me and my head smacked the wall behind me. "No. Your mother deserved better. She probably wanted to die because of you." he slurred.

He slapped me again and left. I sat there with my head buried in my hands and cried. My nose was bleeding, my head was pounding, and I still felt like throwing up.

The last thing he said to me really hurt. I felt a sharp pain in my chest as it circled my head. I wanted to cut again, but I didn't have the energy to. I just sat against the wall and cried. What has my life turned to?