Zahra- Scarred

Chapter 1

His big hands flew my body across the room as I landed on my side. My body was already aching from Saturday. He walked over and used his right hand to smack me. I didn't dare to look him in the eye, nor say a word.

Him-Silly little girl. Look at me" my eyes shot up, he just stared at me and leaned in. I could smell the strong tobacco on his breath. He wasn't Drunk so why?

Him-Next time listen when I ask you for something okay" he said in a calm soft voice. I use to fall for this, you know the hard beatings then that voice that made him seem he cared.

Not anymore, I stopped falling for it after the third time.

Me-okay

Him-okay what?

Me-okay Dad" he nodded and smiled. He then used his left hand to drag me up.

Him-why don't you go upstairs clean yourself up and go to bed. You have school in the morning

I just stared at him and nodded. He as always kissed me on the forehead and held me tight.

Him-my little girl" I ignored him.

Him-Goodnight

Me-night dad" I slowly walked over to my mum to kiss her goodnight but she pushed my head away.

Me-night mum

She just ignored me and stared into space. I sighed and walked out the room and ran upstairs.

I went straight into the bathroom and set my bath, I just sat on the side of the bath and aimlessly watched the water run out of the taps. My whole body was aching me, my side, my wrist, my head. I'm sure I even had a small limp.

Well My name is Zahra Karimi. I'm fully Iranian and proud. I love where I come from but I hate my parents. I'm supposed to be Muslim, but my parents aren't strict with religion, so I don't bother at all. I just don't eat pork and that's about it. I'm 15 and in my last year of school. I'm not exactly popular, well I'm hardly known at all.

I won't be vain and say I am beautiful, because I know I'm not. All I can say is that when I look in the mirror I don't see someone ugly. I see a monster covering up all my looks. My dad has made me look horrible, with all the bruises and cuts.

He's Ruined me inside and out. I'm Scarred.

My bath was soon done and I removed all my clothes and slid in. I sighed as it slightly stung my cuts. I just relaxed and escaped the world. I done this every time I had bath, I'd sit in it and just make up mini stories in my head. Today I made that I was with someone who loved me and he helped me escape my parents. He treated me like a queen and I was happy. The door then knocked.

Him-Zahra, hurry up and get to bed" he said in a caring tone. I kissed my teeth quietly and began washing me skin.

I soon finished wrapped myself in a towel and made my way into my room. I closed the door behind me and sighed. That's was all I did, was sigh. My life was full of endless disappointments so I had been doing this for a while.

I quickly dried myself and creamed my skin. I then looked in the mirror at my naked body. I was severely covered in new cuts and bruises. I would cut myself but that would just add to a pointless collection of injuries I already have.

I pushed my brown hair out of my face and forced myself to smile. My gran use to always say, Forcing yourself to be happy can be wrong, but just smile and see how fast you forget. I just smiled for ages but it didn't work, it never worked. I then sighed again and went into my drawers to get out some night clothes.