*Prologue*
I sat there staring at nothing else but my own reflection. My brown hair tangled and dead, my eye's that once held a tiny spark of life now dead as a rotting corpse barried underground. Cuts and bruises every where on my body. My body...
I felt sore everywhere. My step-father raging out on me has ruined all my hopes of ever having a normal life. School should have been my escape but it wasnt. I was taunted everywhere. Teachers and other authorities always try to prod. All the students call me freak or they beat me until I'm out of breath. Im Completely alone. I always will be.
The life I once had is gone. Forever it will be. My Mother is too scared to do anything about the beatings and most of the time when she doesnt care at all is when she is on drugs. Her adddiction happened two months after she met Steve, also known as "My step-father". She fell for him. Just how she fell for my biological father. She met steve at a coffe shop almost out of town from where we live. After that firsst meeting they kept dating until he moved in with us. Thats when he showed his true color's. He hit my mother when he got angry but my mother didnt do anything about it. I bet she regrets it because now she is living a life full of misery as am I
Taking a deep sigh I turned away from my reflection. I have to go before he awakes. He's always in a rage when he wakes up and his first target will always be me. school wasnt an option for today because of my tattered body still trying to heal from the beating I had taken from Steve yesterday. He took my life. He took away my mom, but the last thing he didnt take was my innocence. I need to hold onto that no matter what. If he takes that away from me... I shuddered. just thinking like that has made me feel scared inside. Although I'll try tokeep that away from him i know that he will someday. The looks hes been giving me this past week have made me feel cold inside. Like he knew I wanted to keep my innocence, but of course what I want Steve will have to take away.
I had to get out fast. It was almost noon and he would be waking up pretty soon. Looking around my closet sized room I found simple jeans and a sweater to throw over the tank top I picked out. I knew one place where I need to go. He was always there when I needed him the most. Hes my best friend.
A/N: THe prologue will be short but the rest of my chapters will be longer. I Promise C:
