-Alan's POV-
I curled into a ball as I let my drunken father hit me, tears poured down my face and I cried out as a final kick was delivered to my side. My dad spat on my before stumbling outside where a cheap whore waited on the sidewalk, my blurry eyes watched as his figure slammed shut the door and I heard him slurring to the women,
"How about we go to a hotel for tonight, my err, roommate hasn't cleaned up like I told him" He slurred, I screwed my eyes shut as she giggled,
"Sure, babe" She giggled in a high-pitched voice. What I presume was a taxi, pulled up soon and the sound of car doors opening and closing before the car drove off. I was left on the ground crying, the sobs hurt my bruised chest and I cringed every time I moved.
I eventually pulled myself up and hobbled up the stair case, wincing as I fell into the wall for support. I don't even know why he beat me like that, maybe it was because I was out of my room when I was supposed to be invisible so the girls he brings home doesn't see me and run off.
Stumbling into the bathroom, I closed my eyes at the bright light and white room. I sat on the toilet seat and looked at myself in the mirror across the room. My bright ginger hair looked messy and greasy, my eyes were red and puffy from crying, dark bags were prominent under my eyes and I looked like a mess.
I had sticky blood dripping from my nose, and I could already see around my right eye turning three shades darker. When I pulled my shirt off I cringed at the sight, a cut on my arm had reopened and was now leaking the crimson liquid my body contains.
Bruises were littered across my body, especially on my collarbone and stomach. A hand shaped mark was left on my wrist where my father had roughly grabbed me. My body felt numb with the exception of my burning lungs.
Just looking at my ugly reflection brang me to tears, I collapsed onto the tiled floor and just cried. I didn't want to do anything with my life anymore, days felt longer than they actually were. Nights felt sadder and my whole life felt more depressing.
I retrieved my best friend from under the sink where I hid them, my blade was my best friend, it didn't judge me, it just helped me. I cut higher up my arm and watched as the crimson blood oozed out of the fresh cuts.
When I felt slightly light-headed, I stopped. I cleaned myself up and changed into some sweatpants and a sweat shirt, I crawled into bed and let myself fall asleep.
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When I woke the next day, I had a pounding head ache and my throat was burning, I slowly pulled myself from bed and into the bathroom. I showered and got dressed into a white, long sleeve shirt, a black hoodie, some maroon skinny jeans and a pair of black vans.
I looked at my hair for ages, rearranging it before giving up and put a black beanie to cover the horrible bed hair. Close enough, I thought to myself with a shrug, I grabbed my bag and walked out of the front door casually, skipping breakfast like always.
Walking slowly to school because I'm about... three hours early. When the fuck did I wake up then? I looked to the sky and it was still dark, I could see the sun barely rising over the horizon. You're shitting me right?
God dammit Alan, learn to check the time before you leave!
I groaned and decided on going to Starbucks instead of going back to the hell hole I call home. When I came to the door, I lazily pushed it open and was immediately engulfed by the sweet aroma of coffee. The girl at the counter gave me a weird look as if to say, 'What the fuck?'
I shrugged at her and sat in the booth in the corner of the shop, seeing as no one else was here besides me, I got to choose from any seat I wanted.
I laid my head on the table but it shot up when the bell jingled, signalling someone else entering the shop. I was surprised when I saw...
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[A/N]
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