Alone

Chapter 1

Hey, this is my first story so all corrections are welcomed and hopefully, I will improve my writing as more chapters are written.

I shudder awake as I am awoken from my sleep by the same nightmare that has haunted my dreams for the past 6 years. The past saddening me to no bounds. The future petrifying me of what's to come.

Knowing I won't be able to fall asleep, I quietly get out of bed and pad softly down the hallway, and towards the bathroom. As I wait for the water to heat up, I stare at my naked body in the dusty mirror. Thin, pale and scarred.

I can feel his words echoing in my mind. Useless. Dumb. Burden. When mum died, he became a monster, blaming me for the death of his wife.

I sigh out loud as I feel the scorching water cascade down my back, relaxing my sore muscles from sleeping on an uncomfortable bed. Knowing that he will be up soon, I turn off the shower and change into a pair of jeans, my converse, and a t-shirt.

As silently as I can, I come to the kitchen to prepare my father's breakfast. As I assemble his omelette, I hear him slowly coming towards me, the strong scent of alcohol burning my nostrils.

My hands start to shake and tremble so badly that I drop the mug that I was holding, and I soon feel a hand strike my face. I let out a yelp, falling to the ground, holding a hand to my bruised cheek.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?", he yells.

I look down to the ground, trembling, and trying not to cry. He yells more insults and profanities at me, but I am more focused on what comes next. True to my thoughts, the first kick comes. I scream as his shoe digs into my bony stomach, then chest, then legs. Salty tears run down my face and I scream as he kicks, and kicks.

Eventually, he stops and goes to the fridge to get a bottle of beer. I take this chance to place his omelette on the table and drag myself out the door. I breathe a sigh of relief as I start the walk to school, limping from the pain of the now-swelling bruises. My stomach grumbles, reminding me that I forgot to have breakfast.

As I realize that I have been daydreaming I know that I will be late to school if I don't start running, and I know what will happen if I'm late. I take a deep breath and start running, my body screaming in pain and my lungs burning like fire.

When I finally make it to the school I am forced to stop, and I can't help the few tears that leak out of my eyes. Once I can breathe properly I start running towards my locker, but I crash into a hard body, my limbs flail around wildly as I crash onto the poor person that met my clumsiness to gaze into familiar sea green eyes.