Waiting Outside The Lines

Hi I'm Hanna and this is my first wattpad story:) DISCLAMER: I don't self-harm or have an abusive parent or am bullied. PLEASE NO HATE! Hope you enjoy;) NOT EDITED!!!!!!!
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I hate my life. your probably thinking "OMG your such a attention whore!"
But, I'm not.(unlike some people) Maybe it's the way I act or look but I'm still a victim. I'm drowning in my own thoughts and no one is noticing my struggle to live.

CHAPTER 1

I hate waking up, its like I'm dreaming, but I'm still breathing. I crawled out of bed and slowly walked to the bathroom and looked at my reflection in the mirror. There was a purple bruise on my right cheek and a few cuts on my chin. All the memories from yesterday came rushing to my mind.
I remember yelling at my dad for drinking and making a mess all over the house. I've yelled at him before, but I took this one too far.

"Your the reason why mom left!" I shouted. My dad's blood shot eyes looked at me in disgust. "I'M the reason why!!!??!!" "Blair your the reason why she left! She never wanted you! YOU BEING BORN WAS THE BIGGEST MISTAKE WE HAVE EVER MADE!" His words ringed in my ear as tears started to water and burst any second. "That's it cry, and just CRY! Do I need to teach you another lesson?" My dad said as he stepped closer to me. "No!" I choked out as I cried even more. My dad raised his fist and punched me. I screamed and held my face in my hand. Another hit came to my face, but I blocked it. I took another blow to my stomach and face until I dropped to the ground and whimpered. I put my head in my knees and cried. I heard footsteps leave out of the house and I got up to make sure the coast was clear. I slowly limped upstairs and into my room. I locked the door and grabbed a small pocket knife off my dresser. I rolled my sweater sleeve up and grabbed the handle of the knife and pointed the tip of the blade to my skin. I winced as I looked at my blood. I had so many stars on my arm. (Stars=cuts) A part of me knew cutting wasn't going to solve any of my problems but it relives my sadness.

I quickly took a shower and brushed my teeth as I got ready for school. I put on my undergarments and waked in front if closet to pick out my clothes. I grabbed a maroon sweater with white stars on the front and a pair of black leggings. Sweaters and leggings were my to go outfit. I styled my outfit with a pair of black Doc Martins and a army jacket. I quickly made my bed and applied my makeup. I put on foundation to over up my bruises and put on concealer to cover up my under eyes. I finally put on mascara and grabbed my phone along with my backpack. I went downstairs into the kitchen and grabbed a blueberry muffin along with some milk. I finished my breakfast, grabbed my keys and headed out the door. I knew my day would end up feeling like hell, like all my other school days. I just wish I was Jimmy Newtron, so I could build a time machine and go back into the past and fix everything. But I'm so strong, I just might break and shutdown.....
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Authors note: If you have any advice or comments fill free to comment. I hope you like the first chapter:)