The Loner

Chapter 1- Hey Partner

Chapter 1- Hey Partner.

Lauren's POV.

Another day I spend going to school. I wake up to my old alarm clock and press the shut button. I stand up and make way towards the bathroom to wash my face with the cold water. I look at myself in the broken mirror and I can feel the tears burning in my eyes. I grab my only make-up that I use, a foundation. Why? To hide my bruises on my face. I dry my face with a towel being gentle all the time.

It still hurts a lot from yesterday. My dad came home drunk as always. He was pissed because he lost another one of the games he plays in the bar. I always hide my money from him. He always spends it on those games and almost never wins. But when he wins, he buys more alcohol for himself. He was so wasted last night that he actually enjoyed hitting me. My arm and my sides are sore and have a purple colour. I wince at the pain almost every second as I try to apply the foundation on my face. When the bruise on my face is almost invisible I grab my face glasses and put it on.

I search for my baggy shirt and put it on slowly. Raising my arms hurt me a lot. I bite my lips as I slowly pull the shit over my head trying to hold back a groan and a few tears. I grab my light blue skinny jeans from my chair and put it on slowly. I brush my hair with my fingers and make sure my hair covers up the sides of my face.

I never have my hair in a ponytail. My hair is like my curtain to hide myself from others. I have trust issues and I am scared for anyone to talk to me. I don't want people to notice me, because its already hard enough to hide the pain I feel inside and hide a whole story from people that I see every single day.

I grab my empty bag and hold my bag in my hand. My shoulders are to sore to carry anything heavy today. It hurts more than usual and it's kills me inside.

I grab my guitar in my other hand and open my bedroom door and make my way down the stairs as I try to look for my dad. He fell asleep on the couch last night.

I heard him cursing and shouting at the tv. Luckily my neighbours are always gone. They are too busy and almost never home. I met them once and when they met my father they never talked or greeted me again.

I sneak out the house trying not to wake my dad up. I shut the door behind me and let out a breathe that I was holding in ever since I entered the house yesterday. I make my way to school walking not normal anymore. My sides hurt a lot and I have not enough money to buy a medicine or something else that would help. I have to buy food to keep myself living a little healthy. I need to sing and play my guitar everyday after school and if I am ill or sick, I couldn't make enough money.

The walk to school felt longer than normal, but the amount of steps that I usually take was almost doubled. People gave me weird looks or laughed at me for walking weird. But I held my tears in and continued my way to school.

When I arrive at school more people seem to notice me questioning if I even went to this school, but people replied with 'I don't know.' I have been going to this school every since freshman year, but have always been the loner. As more people look at my, I stand up straight and bit my lips. Blocking everyone with my curtain of hair and make my way to school in a decent walking pace. It hurts like hell, but what can I do about it? Nothing. I can't tell anyone about it and I shouldn't. My mom only wanted one thing  from me and that was not to tell anyone about my drunken dad.

I felt a warm liquid roll down my cheek. I wiped the liquid of my face immediately and walked faster to my locker. I grabbed my books and put my guitar in my locker. Our lockers are with a height from the ground to the ceiling. Which is great to keep my books and guitar in. I shut my locker and made my way to my class, early as always. I sit in the back, next to the wall. Avoiding everything and everyone around me.