Did you miss me?

Chapter 1

My name is Cam - short for Cameron. I'm 17 and I live with my best friends. Now you're probably wondering why we aren't living with an adult. Well... that's a long story. But, I've got time so I'll tell it to you.

2 years ago

I am currently 15 and my life is a living hell. Literally. I have school today so that is also another factor adding to why I hate my life. Right now, I am lying here, in my cream coloured bed, waiting for my dreaded alarm to go off because somehow every morning I wake up 5 minutes before my it goes off.

Beep. Beep. Beep

Ugh. That's it. The thing that I swear makes the most annoying noise on earth. I wish I could just lie here all day watching Netflix or listening to music and reading Wattpad (some things I actually do). But who doesn't? I grumbled and started to get out of bed but, before I could do so I had to do my very violent stretch which consists of me sprawling across my whole bed. Oh come on, everyone does it. Anyway, back to getting ready. I walked over to my bathroom making sure to bring my clothes with me. I got in and locked the door so no one could come in, stripped down and got into the shower. I turned the water to the hottest it went and just let it cascade down my body. At the end of my shower I turned it cold to hopefully wake me up a bit. I shivered when the cold water hit my body and I just wanted to crawl back into bed to warm up but I couldn't. I was still shivering when I got out the shower so I quickly dried off and put my clothes on. I was wearing black leggings with a black top and a grey hoodie. I know very plain and dark but it's how I like to dress. I wondered if I should switch my grey hoodie with my black one but decided against it – I could wear it tomorrow. I rushed downstairs to get breakfast and headed out the door.

I chose to walk to school. My parents say that my brother, Alex, can drive me to school but I choose not to otherwise it will give him another time to bully me. Yes, my brother bullies me. As I was walking, I passed by a few homeless people, like I always do, and gave them some food I packed in my bag for lunch. I do this every day on the way to school to keep them fed. When I finally got to school, I rushed to my locker looking down preferring to avoid everyone. I dodged past people and eventually made it to my locker. After putting in my combination and opening the locker door I got out the books I needed for the day. As I turned to put my books in my bag, my locker was slammed shut. I turned to face my locker and found that I was looking at a big burly hand. I followed up its arm and came face to face with Alex.

"Hello" I said quietly

"Did I tell you to speak!" He spat in my face. He had already created a crowd. Alex was particularly good at drawing attention to himself but this attention was the good attention. A snicker brought me out of my thoughtful daze. I moved my gaze over to Alex's snobby girlfriend. Ashley.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" She asked in her unnatural nasally voice. I almost cringed at the sound of it but managed to stop myself. She then slapped me across my cheek and said "Answer me when I speak to you ok?"

"Ok" I answered. I tried to turn around to walk to my first class, key word tried, but I was pulled back by my hair. I cried out in pain and held my head. Alex then pushed me into the lockers and punched me in the gut making me hunch over to get my breath back. He pushed me back upright against the lockers and punched me in the face. I looked around me and saw everyone crowded around us but none of them looked like they were going to do anything. Then it clicked. No one cared. Why would they, I'm just a broken girl getting beaten by her brother. My brother delivered a final punch to my eye and left with Ashley. Soon after, the crowd started to disperse as well. Ashley was half-way down the corridor when she called out over her shoulder, "Don't forget the concealer!" How could I forget? Every day I carry concealer with me to hide all the bruises I've been given. I scrambled to the girls' bathroom and stood in the mirror. My reflection didn't surprise me. I had lifeless, dull green eyes with straight long auburn hair. My skin was deathly pale and crawling with patches of yellow, green, red and blue from the bruises in different stages of healing.