Scars (Luke Hemmings)

Progule.

"Oh here you go again go back to your office girlfriend derek" My mum yells yet again to my dad. Im fed up of this, im fed up of shit going on. I just want to get away. Im Hayley, im 17 and currently in school in New York, i don't really have any friends.

Everyone calls me a freak, or a creep, or something. I never talk, i always sit in the libary at lunch and break because noone talks to me. I always wear long sleeve tops, which is why i get called names. But i get over it.. Id rather that than get loads of attention because of the bruises scars etc. 

When my parents fight, atleast 3 times a day they take it out on me. They'll put me inbetween, even if im crying my eyes out they don't care, they'll just hit me and tell me to shut up, the burn me with the end of their fags aswell, which kills like a bitch but i let it go obviously. Im not making a deal out of it, just to get hurt more. I face it, i face the pain. Techniqually you'd think im use to it, but im not. This isnt something you can get use to, it hurts more and more everyday, cause they hit freshly new bruises which just hurts.

I cry myself to sleep most nights, the only person i have is my Auntie, but she lives all the way in Melbourne in Austraila, i want to live with her, she understands my pain because my mum just to fight with her alot, just to hit her when she had a fight with Dad, thats why Auntie Ellie moved away, i cry to her every day down the phone to take me away, to let me move away with her but she doesn't let me.

My auntie is my only friend. Shes the one i cry to down the phone, tell everything to, if i had a friend they'd know everything but i just simply dont have a friend, people don't believe me when i say i have no friends but i honestly don't. It sucks to be me. 

"Hayley can i talk to you please" My dad yells up the stairs. This is the part i dread, im probs about to get hit or have a weird talk, or get told to go to the shop or something great. 

"Yes dad" I say walking into the living room. He looks at me and growls. Crap. "Hey Daddy, sorry daddy" I mumble. He smiles at me slighty before coming towards me. 

"Me and your mum fought again, and you know what that means" He smirks. I nod slowly and gulp down. I hate this house, i just want to leave now. "Good" He says, he hand goes to my shoulder and he squeezes really tight, before i know it i get a full pelt punch to the stomach. I cringe down to the floor in pain and he then kicks me in the back, 2 more bruises to add. "Good girl" Dad says leaving me there on the ground to cry. 

I hate my life with a passion and i just want to die. Noone can help me, noone knows me, noone knows how to help me through this, because i don't even know myself.

I dream about what my life would be like without the problems i have now, but i can't imagine it, i can't get pass the walls to see what it would be like. I can't imagine my life being better, because its just got worst and worst since i was born. Ive had bruises since i was old enought to walk, which sucks. Im not aloud to report them, they have threathened to kill me. Which is fine with me, im going to kill myself one day. Why not sooner?

a/n: new story, not even sorry. Wanted to do a luke one, bc hes my crush ok lol.
Credit to Georgia for the name, and shoutout to holly because i love her shes my bitch. Ha bye.