The Park.

Chapter 1

"YOU, SON OF A-" I hear something shatter against the wall. Great. Another fight. My father has probably been drinking again, and woke up with a headache, which always makes him even more aggressive and lose his shit at either me or my brother.

"GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE. GET OUT!" I hear my father yell again.

I am sitting on my bed and put down my copy of 'All the Bright Places' and bury my face in my hands as I let out a sigh. I love reading, but in my case, it is almost never possible to read properly with all the noise or school pressure.

"FUCK YOU." yells my brother Tristan as he walks out of the house, slamming the door behind him. Once again I hear something shatter, only this time I can tell it's against the door.

Footsteps approach my small room upstairs. Oh no. My door slams open.

"GET YOUR ASS DOWN THERE AND CLEAN UP THE MESS, BITCH." My father yells at me. I jump up slightly as the door slams shut.

I try to hold back my tears.

I take a deep breath and walk downstairs to clean up.

The first thing I see in the living room is broken pieces of a vase, lying on the floor next to the door. Then, I spot borken pieces of a coffee cup on the floor next to a wall. Yeah, I was right.

It takes me about 10 minutes to clean up. I check the time on my phone. 7:50. The lessons start at 8:10 so I'll have time to get to school. But, honestly? I don't really care anymore if I'm gonna be late. Yeah, I'm fucked up to the point where I just don't give a fuck about school. I still try to study and do the homework but it's just not the same.

I quickly run back upstairs to my room and pack my backpack, taking 'All the Bright Places' with me. Who knows, maybe I'll have sometime to read at school. I love reading, it's like an escpae to another world. 6Usually, I go to that park a few meters away from my home after school. There's this small place over there which no one usually spends time at. Of course, who would want to spend time at a bench under a tree next to a small fountain, down at the end of the park? Me. Only me. Because it's lonely and gives me peace. I have never took anyone to that place, it's like my small hideaway.

I make my back downstiars, trying not to bump into my father. Thankfully, I don't. I look at the mirror just before I walk out. I am wearing a plain dark green short sleeved t-shirt, black, ripped at the knnes skinny jeans and fully black converse. My black, wavy hair, which reaches to the the middle of my back hair is let down.

I walk out of the house and my way to school, I pull out my phone with my earphones and put them on.

I love music just as much as I love reading. If I wasn't as useless and untalented, I'd write books or be a musician and make a living out of it. I often sing when I'm home alone, but that's just to express myself. My voice sucks. I play 'Best Of you' by the Foo Fighters first.

Here it is. I think as I approach my school. This fucking shithole. I really miss it when my grades were perfect, when Alexia and Carly were my best friends, when my mom was with us. But no, she had to leave us all for another man, Alexia and Carly got into a fight, and all that shit affected me and my grades. It was all too much too happen at once. I was in 8th grade and now, here I am 2 years later, depressed as fuck.

I walk inside and make my way to the geography classroom. I sit down at my desk and take out my pencilcase from my bag.

"Hey Anne!" says Camille.

"Hey." I reply with a fake smile. Camille is one of the smartest girls at school. She has short dark hair and a pretty face. Maybe we could be great friends and she's nice as a person but well shit. She sometimes makes racist, sexist, homophobic and transphobic remakrs. I want to stand up for equality, but who am I? I'd probably stutter and make a fool of myself when I open my mouth. Plus, I'm bad at socializing and letting people in.