Dysfunctional Love

Chapter 1: Drip drop goes my blood down the drain washed away .....

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Song: Car radio by 21 pilots( please listen while reading this chapter)

Meghan's POV

The light streamed through my ragged curtains waking me up from my cautious sleep. Half awake all night incase my step dad came in.

I stretched my arms and made my way into the bathroom where I had my shower.

The water waking me up as it poured down my sleepy face.

I looked to the side and saw the used razor luring me to it. Wanting me to feel the numbness I always do.

I picked it up and gazed at it intensely before I put it at the end of my wrist and a waited for the stinging.

As it went through my thin skin I sang the song I always sing when I cut.

"Drip  drop goes my blood,
Down the drain washed away.
It doesn't sting
It doesn't hurt,
The pain comes another day.
The numbness tingles over my skin
It makes me dizzy and makes me swoon,
Until the next day I smile and say
I'm okay."

~

I get out the shower and make my way into my room passing the drunken snores of my dad. While my mum is finishing up in the club.

I decide to wear; black leggings, a grey hoodie and my hair in a messy bun with concealer covering up the late night bruises.

I made my way downstairs grabbing my old black worn out back pack and a glass of water from the sink.

"Bang"!

I turn't around wondering where the weird noise came from but instead I saw a drunk figure with beer in its hand leaning on the frame of the door.

"What the fuck are you doing"! Dad growled

"I'm-I'm getting a drink"

"Why aren't you making me breakfast you lazy bitch"!

"I-I can't I have to go-go to school"

He walked up closer to me and soon his mouth was near my ear making me shiver with disgust .

"Your lucky this time because right now I would be fucking you in bed until you bled." He whispered.

Tears laced my eyes threatening to spill but I kept it in not showing my weakness.

He backed away smirking then returned to the living room drunk and alone.

I put my glass in the sink and left my house making my way to school.
~

I already felt sweaty and breathless after my long walk. Only because we couldn't afford a car. Now I was standing near the gates watching people scream, run, shout, play fight, sing, touch and hug.

I walked straight through eyes locked on the red double doors.

In this school I am a nobody. No friends or enemy's. I blend in with the crowd and others hiding from the unwanted attention. I've watched people get bullied by the populars leaving me with a guilty substance that I couldn't save them.

But if I did then I would be the next victim and I have enough in my hands with the abusive actions at home.

I make my way to my locker grabbing my calculus books that i am happily succeeding in. Maths is not my favourite but I know it's important in your life.