Oblivious Shadow

1//First Encounters

Dad was extra mad when he woke up last night. I woke up to my annoying alarm clock this morning all bruised and aching. My father of course, waisted unconscious on the couch or in his room.

As I got up I did my normal routine.

First I went into the bathroom to get a shower while listening to jack sparrow by left boy. It was one of my all time favorite songs. (Up above if y'all wanna listen to it. Definitely recommended.)

Afterwards I looked in the mirror to see a broken girl with dull blue eyes that once held hope and light, and waist long wavy brown hair that really needed a haircut.

So I applied the required foundation and concealer needed to hide the bruises that are visible. Which after awhile I learned to be pretty good at makeup. Who knows maybe I'll be a makeup artist. Grabbing my hair, I wrapped it up into a bun on top of my head.

I stepped out of my connected bathroom and went across my room to my closet. I deciding on wearing my black hoody with the cancer album from twenty one pilots on it. Plus my faded black skinny jeans with rips in it starting at mid-thigh and going down to the bottom. I pulled my hood up and placed my phone, sketchbook, keys to my chevy, and my headphones along with school supplies in there before slipping on my ankle high all black converse.

Then out the door I went.

So I'm sure you've caught on that ya I don't have the best home life and that I'm used to it but I survive and I have grown stronger. Or you may have also realized my attire of bands and dark colors. Deal with it. To me the world is a dark shadow easily cast over people and ruining their life. So I just dress for the occasion.

Revving up my engine and pulling down the street to the school parking lot, I pull in to the farthest part of the parking lot just in case I have to leave during the day.

From whispers of classic gossip around school there's a new guy in school and he sounds like another stuck up snob.

But of course he befriends my brother. Classic jock. Easily hides his family life. People don't even know we're related. Better yet to them I don't even exist. But it's okay because he can't hide forever.

Or at least I wish that were the case when I ran into an Abercrombie model. Oh wait it's just the new guy.

I couldn't help but flinch as he caught me from falling.

My fake glasses slid down my face slightly and my brother looked at me with saddened eyes.

My brother is a senior. He moved out of the house the minute he turned eighteen back in June. It's no secret to him what our parents were and still who our dad is. But every time he sees my makeup caked face he knows.

"Hey lady bug. What's up?" He used to call me that as a kid and I'm sure he only did now to lighten the mood and take the new guys calculating and curious gaze away from me as he unintentionally held me in place.

Wow way to make the situation more awkward and to top it off I am a very awkward person. I couldn't find any words to say and just stood there.

This new guy had each hand on my arms where they were placed when he caught me and stopped me from falling. Which I admit hurt a little. His unintentional strong grip on my arms was fierce.

"You know this chick Grey?" Actually my brothers name is Mars Indigo Grey. But he prefers Grey. The guy I've just decided to call Abercrombie turned his gaze from me to my brother before returning his eyes back to me and finally brought his arms down to his sides. My full name is Nova Ashton Grey. I used to go by Ash but now I just avoid all human encounters and interactions.

With a sigh of relief, I turned around and headed the opposite direction the minute he let go before my brother had to give his oh so embarrassing details of our relation.