Fix Me

Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1

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Another day.

Another day spent in that hell hole also known as school. Now don't get me wrong, school's great, in fact it's the only time I can get away from here, it's just the PEOPLE there who I could do without. But it's time to get up, cover my scars, and put a big, fake smile on my face.

...you see, when I was 5 my mom and I were driving around town. We were laughing and joking around when she took her eyes off the road for a second and we hit a patch of ice, slid down a hill, and crashed into a tree. I lived but she dies on impact. Since then my dad's blamed me for the whole thing. He turned to alcohol and when he drinks, he's scary. He's hurt me everyday since then and I don't think he's going to get better anytime soon...

I went out and looked down into the living room. Thankfully my dad was asleep. Or should I say hungover. I tried to ignore the stench of alcohol and smoke as I left for school.

No, I don't really have any friends. Mostly because I don't want to risk anyone finding out what happens at home and I scare everyone. People just assume that I'm trouble because of how I look and the fact that I don't talk to everyone I see. But its better that way,I don't need them to know more than they need to.

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That night I'm laying on my bed doing some algebra homework due tomorrow

*when am I ever really gonna need this stuff?* I thought.

And that's when I heard my dad come back home.

"Jade!" He screamed.

I quickly ran down the stairs not wanting to anger him any more than he already was.

"Yeah dad?" I heard my voice shake.

"You little bitch! Why did you have to ruin everything for me?! You can never do anything right, you're the reason your moms not here! Its all your fault!"

"I didn't say anything yet".

He was really starting to freak me out now and that's when he blew. Raising his hand all the way back he slapped me with so much force I was knocked down. He didn't stop there though, no, he continued kicking and punching me. With blood and tears streaming down my face I tried crawling away but he grabed me before I could. He then went to grab a beer bottle and that's when I thought the beating was over with.

You see, my dad knows all about my cuts considering he's the one who caused most of them. He grabed my arm and raised my sleave exposing what I do to myself, some old some newer. Raising the bottle, he smashed it against the cuts causing them to start bleeding.

Letting out an ear piercing shriek I struggled till I finally broke from his hold and ran to the door.

Right when I was about to turn the knob my hair was being pulled and I was smashed against a wall. That's when I did the only thing I could think of. I swung my fist towards his face.

*Thank God for all these rings I wear* I thought as he stepped back due to the new cuts on his face. I ran out this time actually making it outside. All I could think about was getting away. I didn't care about the cold, I didn't care that I was bleeding. All I cared about was running and never going back.