My Fairytale Of Happiness

Chapter One - The Walk Away Stranger

Chapter One - The Walk Away Stranger

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

Another knuckle split open making me wince in pain as I punched the bag again. The next punch, I swung my whole body into it; twisting my legs, hips and shoulder into it. It was a quick jab followed by another one.

My shirt clung to me, the sweat rolling down my arms; making them glisten in the sun. I pulled away for a moment , swiping my sweaty arm across my sweaty forehead as I sucked in large gulps of air. I pulled my shirt away from me, watching as it sucked my stomach once I let it go. I could feel my hair sticking to the back of my neck. My hair was wet with sweat as I twirled it into a bun, snapping it into place before returning to the punching bag.

The abuse flashed behind my eyes as I punched the bag again. I felt a tear slip down my cheek as I thought of all the things that he said and did to me. Its been two years. Don't you think that you should let it go? No mom, I don't. I can't just forget what happened to me. No matter how much I tried, the past always haunted me.

After that fearful night, I spent three days in hospital. Nobody visited me. Nobody even cared that I had been physically and emotionally abused. To them, I was that fat girl with an ugly face. I was one of those people who didn't deserve to be in their school.

After leaving the hospital, I found out that we were moving. Moving from Portland to The Big Apple. We're moving to New York, I had exclaimed with such excitement. With a grin my parents told me to pack up my stuff and we were off. I was going to start a new life there. Make new friends and create happiness with inside myself. A new beginning.

I was enrolled into a school straight away and my parents bought a lovely home. I decided to ditch the rolls of fat that hung off my body, working hard everyday so that it would all burn off. My hair had been a short bob, greasy and untidy. I had always hated my red hair and the light freckles that dotted my nose and cheeks. I hated the beauty spot on my stomach and hated the way that my green eyes were so different. Everything about me was different and I had hated it. I wanted to be apart of everybody else, to be like everyone so that nobody would stare at me because I was different.

When my hard work had finally paid off, my body was in top condition and I loved my different, new self. I had learned to love my eyes and the light freckles on my face. I had groomed my hair to its perfect waves that cascaded well past my back. I came out of my shy shell and walked into my new school with confidence and my head held high. I made the right friends, the ones who wanted my friendship and I worked hard. By the end of the year, I was the smartest student in my class.

I came to a stop, breathing heavily as I wiped away my tears. There was no need for tears, especially since everything in my life was going well, for the first time. I went for a quick shower and twirled my wet hair into a bun as I pulled on some sweatpants, a dark tank top, my Converse and a grey hoodie. I wrapped bandages around my bleeding knuckles and slung my duffel bag over my shoulder as I walked out the gym. Turning off the lights and locking the door, I walked out onto the empty New York street's.

Winter had come, leaving a cold spell cast over the city. But now, summer was on its way and the air had stopped becoming chilly. I watched as my breath came out as puffs of white smoke in front of me. I wouldn't wait for the day where the sun would only be setting now and I would be able to show off my body. It's what I liked most about summer. I walked past a closed Starbuck's before turning onto a narrow street which would take me home.

I squinted my eyes, hugging my body as I came to a stop. There were a mass of bodies in front of me. Guys and girls whose skin's were inked with tattoo's and muscles that seemed to buldge through thin, black shirts. Some were bald and some had greasy hair and missing teeth. They broke apart, making way for the two men that seemed to be locked in battle.