Shush

Chapter 2

-How it all started-

I finally managed to run back home, panting and spitting out the blood in my mouth. I silently open the door, letting the stench of alcohol engulf me. I stopped myself from gagging and let my eyes travel to the sofa, eyeing my drunken mother passed out on the couch. In her hands was the picture of her and my father, before he packed up and left her for another slut. 

I sighed as I got the blanket resting on the table and covered her with it. I went upstairs to take a shower. After a few minutes, I got out and changed.

"2 AM..." I murmured as I looked at my clock, shaking my head as I couldn't feel the tiredness I needed to sleep. 

I opened my window, letting the cool breeze hit my face and I sat on the ledge like a cliche emo kid. I looked up at the sky, hoping to feel some kind of emotion but they never came. 

How did I end up this way? 

Oh right...

Because of them.

"Natalia! Get your dumb ass down here now!" My father's enraged voice boomed from downstairs. 

I timidly walked down the steps, my body shaking like a leaf as I sat down on my seat at the table. My father silently observed me, as if cursing me to go to hell. I gulped, looking at my mother for assurance. She merely looked at me with pity, not being able to do anything.

"What is this?" My father shoved a blue colored book towards me, my report book.

Shit.

"M-my report b-b-book..." I stammered, my fingers turning cold. 

"I am not stupid! Of course it is! But what are these shit grades?!" He flipped the pages roughly, showing the A's and one B. 

"I-I just g-g-got a B-B..." I replied weakly. 

"I wanted you to get an A didn't I?! Give me your hand!" He growled. 

I lifted my hand towards him, gritting my teeth as I tried to hold back the scream as he dug a lit cigarette into my hand until it was snuffed out. He stood up, causing the table to shake a little as he left the house, slamming the door on the way out. As soon as he was out of sight, my mom rushed over to see the reddish-black burn mark now etched onto my pale skin. 

"I'm sorry honey..." She whispered as tears escaped her pain-stricken eyes. 

She cleaned the wound a little, setting a little plaster onto my hand. It's going to hurt when I write...

After breakfast, I left the house. Walking past the well-kept houses, in contrast to mine, it just screamed hostility, no matter how much my mother tried to make it pretty with the little flowers in the garden. 

The beige building finally was before me, my school. I inhaled as I walked through the glass doors, letting the air-conditioning cool my warm skin. Nobody took notice of the girl in band-aids, bandages on her arms, and dull eyes. They were busy chattering about the upcoming homecoming dance, about who takes who, who was going to be prom King and Queen and the like. 

It was like a highschool movie. Boring.

"Oh look, it's little miss emo~" A voice emerged from crowd, drawing so much attention that everyone turned to face me. 

I looked down, trying to look nonchalant as my cheeks dusted pink in embarrassment. 

"Daddy issues Natalia?~" Her  teasing voice grew louder as she got closer to me. 

"Go to Hell Alya..." I murmured quietly.

A slap echoed off the walls, as my head turned to the side. Alya's smirk rested cozily on her face. 

"Couldn't hear you bitch~" 

"I SAID-" I was cut off as punch was delivered to my gut, I collapsed onto the floor, coughing as I looked up at her weakly.

"Stay where you belong trash." She simply added as she walked away with her entourage. 

I got up, adjusting the books in my hand as I stumbled to my locker. Chucking the books in there, I headed for the first class...

A/n: I'm sorry if this chapter isnt as good, feel free to comment for improvements and don't forget to leave a vote if you liked it. 

-YandereTetsu