Pretty and Depressed (MagCon FanFic)

The finished chapter

We walk around the block to a little beaten up house "welcome to the most miserable place in all of Georgia" I announce.

"Now, we are gonna run to the stairs and then go to the farthest left door...okay?" He just shakes his head.

"I want to meet your family"

"No"

"Yes"

"Okay...we will walk up the stairs to the farthest left room. Understand?"

"Yea"

I open the door to my house to see one of the three abusive older brothers.

"Well well, looks like your home" Corey says.

"Shut up!" I yell at him. He smacked me right across the face.

"What's your problem dude?" Aaron asked angrily.

"She's my sister, I'll do what I want" he walks to the stairs.

"Nate come here, Em is home" that is when I made a move.

"Run!" I scream at Aaron.

He follows close behind me. After like 15 minutes of running we stopped at a park.

"You ok?" Aaron asked.

I nod "Nate is just older and stronger, much scarier" I start to cry.

They have put me through so much pain.

He looks at my wrists that are loaded with bracelets "why do you wear so many bracelets?" He asks me.

I shrug "I like them" I lie.

"How bout we work on the project tomorrow at your house, I'll go home now" I say walking back the way we came.

"You can't go back' he says. I start picking up my pace. I finally reach my house and lock the front door.

I turn to see Corey and Nate...smiling.

"Don't run away from your problems" Corey pins me hard to the door.

"And so you little miss brat will learn your lesson" Nate says punching me in the stomach ad then throwing me on the table.

Corey starts yelling at me "you will never be loved Em! Your not beautiful! your a ugly brat" Nate comes up to me and twist my arm, I hear a snap.

I was crying in pain, it really hurt. Corey started tying my hands and legs together while Nate was finding something.

Nate came back with his metal bat. He swings it into my right ribcage, then it hits my head and I see darkness.

*

I wake up in pain. I look at the clock that reads 5:42 am. I notice I'm not tied up anymore so I went upstairs. I took off all my bracelets off revealing my cut scars. Taking off my shirt I see more cut makes on my stomach. I put on a sweater that was huge on me. And some ripped jeans.

I go into my bathroom and get some of the wrapping stuff and wrap it around my arm. I did several layers but couldn't tell I had it.

I go down stairs and see my dad sleeping on the couch. He has a beer bottle in his hand, five empty ones by him, and maybe two shattered ones.

I grab an apple and look back at the clock. 6:41am.

I guess I'll leave now.

I try to not concentrate on the bruise or pain on my right ribcage.

I swing my bookbag other my good arms shoulder and start walking.

It's only Tuesday and this week has turned out bad already...