One Million Branches [Vic Fuentes Book One]

One Million Branches

I had another horrible day at school but my bad day started at home. My day started off good; I bought a ticket to a Blink-182 concert. I got dressed in the normal, a band tee with skinny jeans. I put on my makeup, thin eyeliner and heavy mascara; it really made my bright blue eyes pop. I brushed my long scene hair; it's electric blue in case you're wondering. I have several freckles across my nose and cheek. I skipped breakfast and weighed myself, I weigh 100 pounds, and I was so close to my goal of 90 pounds. I was about to leave for school when my day went sour.

"Mom! Dad! I'm going to school! See you guys later." I yelled, hoping I could get out of the house before my mom and dad got in a bad mood.

"Wait!" My mom yelled as she stormed in the room with the look of death in her eyes. I knew I was in trouble. "You, you," She yelled as she punched my jaw. "You're in big trouble! I heard you talking this morning and it sounded like you were writing, Did you write another song?!" I shook my head. "You're lying, I can see it in your eyes! Let me see the song now!"

My mom hated me having a dream, if I did anything that could get me noticed, she would ruin it. She didn't want me to do what I want; I enjoy writing music, singing, and playing the guitar but my mom wants me to be homeless. Let's just say that my parents hated me ever since my sister killed herself. They blamed me and make me feel guilty about it. They started beating me, calling me names, making me feel worthless, and guilty.

Ever since my sister killed herself, I became depressed, my big sister, the one I looked up to killed herself. I started cutting, wearing all black, and listen to the same music she had. I finally understood why she loved it so much, it helped her. I burn, cut, starve, scratch, and bruise myself to take away them emotional and mental pain. I started getting bullied at school for being depressed and I lost all but one friend but then she eventually stabbed me in the back and told everyone my secrets.

"I didn't write another song, I haven't written one in months!" I lied; I would never stop writing music.

"Get out of here you worthless pig!" My mom yelled at me as she slapped my face, I knew I was going to have a bruise from the punch.

I walked out the door and then ran for a few minutes before I slowed down, I was out of breath and I realized I had been crying, my face was in pain and I was thinking about my sister. She was a couple years older than me, she had black emo hair, bright blue eyes like mine, she weighed more than me but still managed to me skinnier than me, her favorite band was The Misfits, she had started a band but they broke up after she killed herself, she was a few inches taller than me, and she loved writing music and drawing pictures. I kept the pictures she drew and the songs she wrote, I wouldn't let my parents know how she felt. she was truly beautiful, more beautiful than I could ever be.

One good thing about my parents hating me is that they didn't care if I missed school or not as long as I never missed school for more than two days a month. That month was almost over and I had only skipped school once so I decided to go to the park and just miss at least my first two periods.

I got to the park and found the tree I normally climb while I'm there. I put my foot in a hole in the side of the tree then swung my other foot over, I found a sturdy branch and used it to pull me up and onto this other branch that was pretty high up but still sturdy enough to hold my weight. I sat up there and hummed a tune to a song that I was writing.

"Hey, um aren't you Paige? We're in the same Math and English classes." I heard somebody say, I looked down to see a guy standing there, I recognized him, his name was... Vic!

"Um, yeah, why does it matter to you that I'm Paige?" I asked him. He blushed, and may I say that he's cute when he blushes!

"Well, I've always wanted to talk to you but I can't during class and after class you bolt out of the room so I never have the chance to talk to you." He looked at his feet. "And um I'm kind of your neighbor now, I moved in next door to you last week."