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A/N this is my first ever attempt at writing a book. It's only short because I want to see if this will get any views or not, I hope you enjoy reading this and I appreciate your support.

If there are any grammar mistakes I am sorry in advance.

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-G x

•Chapter 1•

~Luna's POV~

Friday 10th October

9:35 PM

Punch

Hit

Kick

One after the other, repeated for hours on end. It doesn't stop.

My names Luna-May (I get called luna), I'm 15 years old and I have long, ginger wavy hair down to my waist, light freckles over the bridge of my nose and sea blue eyes, I am normal height I suppose and quite petit, I wouldn't say I was exactly ugly but I'm not beautiful.

Welcome to my own personal hell.

"You stupid excuse of a human, you are worthless and the worst mistake of my whole entire life, you pathetic child, GET OUT!!!"

As you can tell my 'mother' hates me, ever since she's been married to Delroy she has been drinking, smoking, doing drugs the lot of it. Oh yeah and beating the sh*t out of me every night.

She isn't the only one, Delroy beats me the most, he uses anything in reach, his belt, a shoe, his fist, a glass anything he can get his dirty hands on, I hate him.

As I'm walking up the stairs I hear a vase smash and then a loud bang and my mother groan. Looks like she's got a beating as well, serves her right.

I walk into my tiny bedroom and grab my pyjamas, towel and clean under wear and walk into my bathroom, I stare at myself in the mirror, I see the bruises on my arms and stomach, belt marks on my legs, I think to myself. Why me? What have I done to deserve this? It's not fair!

A single tear rolls down my cheek. I quickly wipe it away, I will not cry over this, I'm stronger. I am a fighter.

I turn my shower on, placing my pyjamas, towel and under wear on the back of the toilet, I step into the shower.

I let the hot water beat down on my neck and back, washing away the achey-ness my muscles felt, relaxing me. I take my shampoo and squeeze some into my hand and wash my hair, I do this again and then condition it, I shave my legs and wash my body.

Stepping out I wrap the towel around my naked body and gently pat my body drying myself, trying to keep as much pressure as I can off of my bruises. When I am I dry I put my under wear and pyjamas on and walk back to my bedroom, as I close my bedroom door I feel safer, knowing no more harm will come to me tonight.

I brush my hair and then put it in a few plaits, leaving it to dry over night so tomorrow I will have nice beach waves, I turn my light off and get into bed. As I am lying there I think about life, about school, my family, my real dad and how unfair life is, deep in my thoughts my eyes start to get heavier and soon enough I drift off to sleep.