A New Beginning

Chapter 1: The End

Chapter 1: The End

Melissa's POV

I wake up the next morning feeling hollow. I roll out of bed and walk to my door. I hear my dad snoring so I know it's safe. I move the chair and unlock the door.

I lock the door to the bathroom and shower quickly. I brush my teeth and pull my blonde hair into a bun. I get dressed in some skinny jeans and a purple top. I throw on my converse and go downstairs. I grab my backpack and a granola bar. I see my dad snoring on the couch. I grab a blanket and cover him up with it before I head out the door, locking it after myself and go to school.

It didn't always use to be like this, there was a time in my life, 9 years ago to be exact, where my family was happy. By no means we're we the perfect family, but we all treated each other well. The love my parents had for each other was unconditional, and they both loved me more than words could express. This all changed 9 years ago when my mother was brutally murdered in our family home. My dad seemed to blame me for it and he never found a way to forgive the world for taking the love of his life away, instead he beat me to compensate for his loss. He was forgetting that I also lost my mother. I was suffering too and he was making my life worse.

School was bobber of me, I pushed anyone that tried to be my friend away. I was considered a delinquent and was judged everyday for it. People assumed my bruises and broken bones were results from fights I had gotten myself into, they didn't know the truth.
Take today as a perfect example, I walk through the doors and watch as they begin to stare at me. They notice my cheek, which is swollen and bruised I can hear the rumours taking off. "I heard Denalie beat the shit out of her because she tried to hook up with her boyfriend." Whispers one girl and her group of cronies start to laugh, I ignore them and keep my eyes and expression cold. I glare at the ground and walk inside school. I walked to my first class wishing that this day would be over but at the same time wishing it would never end because this is the only place I am safe.

All to soon the bell rings signalling the end of the day. I walk slowly to my locker and grab my stuff before walking out the door, dreading the moment I walk into my house. I look at all the people in my school meeting up with their friends, I saw a girl walk up to her boyfriend and kiss him, they both looked at each other with so much love. I secretly wished that someone would look at me like the way they looked at each other. My mom and dad use to but now my dad only looks at me with disgust and hatred.

I walk through the door and see my father standing in the kitchen. I walk up to my room and shut the door. I take my homework out of my backpack and start it. I hear my dad walk out of the house and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Our house is very run down. We don't have tv or a phone. I don't have a cell phone or a laptop. I have an old iPod nano my mom got me when I was 8. Just before she died. There is a leak in the roof and the downstairs is scattered with old beer cans.

I get up and walk to the corner store. George usually gives me enough food to last the week even if it's just a loaf of bread and some peanut butter. I walk in the store and hear the bell jingle over my head. I smile at George, the first smile all day. He smiles back. "Hey kido." He says to me.

"Hey George." I say as I walk over to the back of the store and start loading up the merchandise onto the shelves.

"I hope you iced your cheek Mel, it's still swollen." He says and I frown.

"I'll ice it when I get home." I reply with a waveof my hand.

"I'm sorry Mel, I wish I could help you." George says with a sigh and I smile.

"You help me everyday by giving me a job, giving me a place to escape to." I say and he smiles.

"You deserve more than that though, you're a good kid." He says and I frown, turning back to the shelf. I am far from a good person, I've done things in my life that disgust me, I hate myself for doing those things but at the time I did what I needed to in order to survive. I've learned to live with what I did.

The night was slowly coming to an end and as George was locking up the shop, I bid him a goodbye and start walking home. I get to my front porch and unlock the door, quickly darting up the stairs I go up to my room, not sure if my father is home or not. I shut my door but it stops and a hollow thud is heard throughout my room. Wondering what the sound was I turn just in time to have my fathers fist plow into the side of my head. Knocking me off my feet. I let out a surprised yelp as I fall to the ground my head smacking the wood floor so hard I see stars. He kicks me in the stomach so hard I can't breath for a few seconds. I try to get up but he kicks me again in the ribs an I fall again.

"You worthless piece of shit. I should kill you right here and now." He pulls me up by the collar of my shirt.

"It's your fault Melissa. It's your fault your mother is dead." He says and he pulls back his arm and punches me in the face. I feel blood pore from my nose but I don't make a noise. I don't show how much he is hurting me.

He shoves me hard and I fall, hitting my head on my desk on the way down. This time I scream in pain and my vision goes blurry. I know he's going to kill me so with my last bit of energy I scream for help as loud as I can. He grabs my foot and drags me down the stairs. Now I'm crying and fighting to stay conscious. Every step we go down my head and back take another blow. By the time we reach the bottom I have no fight left in me. What's the point anyways? There isn't anyone left on this planet that cares about me. I wouldn't be leaving anyone behind. I close my eyes. I feel him punch me again but it's in the background. I can barely feel it. Than I finally slip into unconsciousness, letting the darkness surround me.

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