What is life?

Chapter Three

**Recap**

My alarm clock went off at 6:30a.m and I groggily got up and got ready for school. I went into the bathroom to apply my make-up and I saw a huge bruise on my cheek. I had ran out of cover up the week before and I was running out of options. I figured I would just go to school and make up some excuse.

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I got to school, and walked in with my head down and hand on my bruise. I went to the nearest bathroom and looked in the mirror. My bruise was a deep purple it was a little bigger than the size of my palm. I touched it, it began to throb so I ran the cold water and wet my cheek. It felt nice.

I don't know why my mom hated me so much, I looked just like her, except my hair was a dark brown, hers was blonde. My eyes were a beautiful Hazel, hers were crystal blue. I wasn't the best looking, but I wasn't the worst. My personality was cowardly so I knew not to challenge her. I followed her orders and stayed out of the way.

The bell ring, damn, I had to run in order to make it to my first class. I ran down the hall and up the stairs, through the blue learning community into the red learning community. Right as I reached the door, the bell rang. The teacher ask me a question but I just strolled into class, put my headphones in, and took a seat. Mrs. Hoyo tapped me on the shoulder 10 minutes into class, "I asked you a question, umm whats your name?" I looked at her, "My names Mikayla, but call me Kat." She seemed pushy, I didn't like that. " Alright Mikayla, my original question was, what happened to your face?" I blushed I forgot about the deep purple bruise on my cheek. I quickly looked down, as if there were an excuse i could just pick up off the ground. "I...Umm fell off of my skateboard" I didnt look her in the eye. I couldnt. She sighed and walked off.

Mrs. Hoyo wasn't the only person who wanted to know what had happened. I kept the same excuse all day and blurred out the rest, I slept through all of my other classes, I was exhausted from last night.

On the bus I sat alone, so I drifted into a fuzzy dreamland.

**Dream**

It was a rainy night, I sat in my room alone crying. The words still echoed in my mind "Your father was a great man honey, but god had to take him away so he could be happy." I instantly knew what that had meant even though I was just a child. I asked "How did he die?" And my mom burst into tears. It wasn't long till I did as well. She finally mumbled out... "He....shot...himself" she sobbed into her hands.

**End Of Dream**

The bus came to a screeching halt and I was jolted forward onto the floor. "Get off" the old grey haired woman said from behind the wheel. Great I thought to myself, she hates me too. As I walked up to my house I realized that my dream wasn't just a dream. It was a flashback from when I was 4 years old. A tear streamed down my bruised cheek.

I walked in the door and the house was dark and quiet. I looked for my mom and she was passed out drunk on the kitchen floor. "Great" I said. Knowing I would have to put her back into bed. I picked her up and carried her, to her bed. I walked out and broke down crying. What had my life become? Why me.. Why did I have to deal with this? I laid on my bed crying and eventually I got up, grabbed my phone, a razor, and some strong pain killers.

I had a plan.

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*Authors Note*

Cliffhanger? What do you guys think?

This book is getting really hard to write bc its bringing back a lot of things 💔😭 well leave comments, vote please 💙

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