Broken

Chapter 2

I grab the bottle of alcohol that is hidden under my bed. I open the lid and take a big breath and inhale the alcoholic fumes that will soon make my problems disapear. I don't have to worry about my parents catching me, they  died when I was 6... I'm 17 now. My older brother, Aiden, looks after me but he's always working, I feel sorry for him actually; He never gets any free time, Aiden is always working for money just to keep me in school. I tried to talk him into letting me drop out of school but he thinks we should have atleast one succesful sibling in our family out of the two of us, implying me. I take another gulp of my vodka and start to feel my depression go away partially as I fall into a drunk stage.

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I'm sitting on the couch watching tv and taking sips of my vodka when I hear my brother walk through the door, he walks over and slumps onto the couch next to me grabbing my drink and taking a big gulp. Everyone says Aiden looks more like our dad and I look more like our mun but I think he looks more like mum, with his soft blue eyes and short brown hair. All the girls go crazy over him but Aiden isn't interested in any of them, he says he rather wants to look after me then hang out with girls all the time but I know deep down that he want's his own girl. I think Aiden deserves a nice girlfriend that will hopefully turn into his wife someday, someone that kisses him everytime he gets home from work and kids who hug him and make him laugh all the time, but I can't do any of that; you can't even call me a real sister.

I brush my silky, light brown fringe from my face; I love my hair, I inherited it from my dad. I remember the way my dad would play with my hair and call me his little princess but I don't feel like a princess anymore. Aiden grabs out two cigarettes and passes one to me, i light mine while he lights up his; i breath in the tobaco, let it go down to my lung and then exhale, sudenlly feeling calm again. People think my brother is a bad influence and made me into what I am now but that's not true, Aiden and I have been through a lot and no matter how much we get drunk or high we will always remember the things we dream to forget."How was your day?" I ask feeling the silence in the air.

"Ugh, the usuall" he replied as he kicks of his shoes and lay back, flipping the tv channel. "How about you?" he asks,

"the usuall" I mimic. "I tried sleeping but..." I say not finishing the scentence.

"More nightmares?" he asks

"Yeah". Ever since my parents died Iv'e had nightmares about them, after a while I stopped having those nightmares untill she died. There always the same nightmares but I still wake up screaming, at first my brother would get scared and run to my bedroom thinking there was something bad going on but he's used to it now and only comes in occasionally to calm me down. I've had these problems for over 10 years so I don't get as much sleep but it's good in a way.

Some days the mix of alcohol, loss of sleep and drugs linger in my system so I get through the day not knowing what's going on or what I'm doing which isn't as bad as it sounds because I don't feel much but even though I've tried everything I still feel the pain, the pain I wish I never had, the pain I wish I could avoid forever but you can only get rid of so much.

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I'm in the kitchen searching through the fridge and freezer for something to cook for dinner, "We need to go shopping again" I scream out after having no success in finding something to eat. "I'm gonna quickly run down to the shops to get some things" I call out to my brother while getting some money,

"Okay, be quick, I'm really hungry Jena" he replys, I just roll my eyes and laugh in my head as I walk out into the cool afternoon breeze. As i turn the corner from my street I see a group of girls that I recognise from school, I quickly turn around and walk back the way I came.

"Where do you think your goin'?" one of them shouts out after me, I just ignore them and walk a little faster untill I feel somthing grab my hood and pull me back. My hands start to sweat and I breath really loudly; usually I wouldn't be afraid but these girls aren't the usual girls who just call you names and pull your hair, these are the type of girls that like to throw punches and beat people up almost to death.

"She's not much of a talker" one of them says to the other, the bigger girl with the short cropped hair and nose peircings swings her fist at my stomach where I imediatly feel the pain and the wet blood thats dribbling from my nose.

"Hey I know you, your the one whos parents died right?" the shorter one asks,

"Yeah, she is, Jena right? Your friend died too. Oh how unlucky" the other says sarcastically.

"Why don't we help you join them again?" the bigger one says grabbing out a knife from her back pocket. She holds her knife to my throat while the other girl punches me in the gut; They push me to the ground and I try to get loose but the big girl is sitting on my chest while the other two are pinning my legs and arms down. I don't know what to do so I spit blood that has started forming in my mouth onto the big girls face, but I guess that was a big mistake because she slashes my face with her knife opening a gash on my cheek.

I scream out in pain as she continues punching me and opening gashes on my face from her knife, my breathing starts to slow down and I gasp for air. My mind starts to go fuzzy and I black out thinking that I was truely going to die...