lost together

chapter one: empty

darci's pov
      I wake up on the floor, the same as every morning. It's damp and cold, my skin is pale and pink. Slowly I stand, my frail thin legs barely able to carry me.

I pick up some clothing from the ground through little selection. I do not go to school currently because I can't afford the fee. Where I live, no fee, no school.

    My parents also don't have a car or a job; they can't afford for me to go to school either. They are drug addicts and alcoholics, they have been since I was 11 and I now am 15. I have been abused by them and I can't get adopted because where I live adoption doesn't exist. If you haven't noticed yet, we live in the middle of nowhere.

I turn the rusty knob to leave my empty  room; literally. I sneak around the house on my tippy toes, avoiding my parents. I notice how I haven't been quiet enough when I hear her yell at me, she's been drinking and smoking. Per usual.

Here I have to leave the house to find food as my parents won't allow me to have any of the little food they have. My parents are poor hence why she lives in a damp cold small apartment and barely have any food. My parents also do not like me, they say how I ruined their life.

  My mom continues to rant and rave at me before I say, "Why do you hate me?!" She stares into my eyes before for slapping me. "Because you ruined my life!" She yells. I don't know if I can handle this anymore. I can't live in a abusive home forever. I may have to run. My mom punching me in the eye awoke me from my thoughts. "GO TO YOUR ROOM DARCI!"

   Now here I am in my room, doing nothing because there is nothing to do in such an empty space. The only thing that's here is a journal, dirty and wet crinkled pages with words on them; stories I've written, where I've created people with normal lives to fill my empty life. I'm almost jealous of these people who have normal lives, unlike me.

  Before long I'm hungry, more so starving since I don't get to eat very often. I'm so tiny from this and it's not like I want to be, I'm not anorexic, I want to eat but can't due to my parents not having jobs and not allowing me to eat. I put boots on that I found in a dumpster a while back on and head out, quietly.

    It's cold, very cold, especially with my very thin ragged clothing. I go and look for food in dumpsters. Finally finding leftover fries from a food stand a few blocks away.

    I could use a job at a food stand, or anywhere but usually they wouldn't take someone who hasn't graduated high school, or that isn't even in school. But I'll have to get money if I ever want to get out of this house. I may end up on the streets, which in my case is no better then what I've got. The only pro is not having my parents there to beat me up.

  That made me remember how I've been punched, I walk up to a window of a bakery and see my reflection, I see darkness of a bruise all around my hazel eyes. I shed a tear seeing myself like this. 

   The sun came out behind the clouds for a few seconds and I look over the side of the road and see a 5 dollar bill. Excitement washes over me I pick it up and hold it tightly. I'll need to hide this somewhere so my parents don't find it, they'll kill me.

I rush home before it gets dark so I can hide this and so my parents don't beat me up again.

   I get by without them seeing and go to my room I scope out the emptiness before my eyes meet with the journal I take the bill and stuff it in there hoping they don't find it. Because again they'll kill me. Although that may be better then living at this point.

Authors Note
Hello! So hey this is my new story hope ya like it. If there's any errors tell me and if it's super cheesy sorry, I suck at writing. And by the way I hope this doesn't trigger anyone. I'll put a warning if anything to bad happens in a chapter. P.s I know this chapter is short they'll be longer in the future.