Chapter 1- Abigail
So tell me dear, can your heart still break if it's already stopped beating?
"Abigail, I can't help you if you don't admit that you have a problem." My therapist told me for the billionth time.
"The only problem is you! I fucking hate coming here! You do nothing! I don't need this!" I screamed and stormed out of the room.
"Abi? Sweetie what's wrong?" My mother asked as I stormed over to her.
"I hate it here! You know I do! So don't fucking bring me!" I yelled and then ran outside to the car.
I guess now would be a good time to introduce myself, I'm Abigail. Abigail Kassandra Storm. I'm 17 years old, have long blue hair and bright green eyes. But if you ask me they're dull, I have my septum pierced along with snake bites. I originally come from Scranton, Pennsylvania, but now I live in Seattle. My mom takes me to therapy because she thinks I self harm due to my old man never being around. If only I could tell her the real reason why.
My mom came out of the building towards me looking extremely disappointed in me.
"Abigail, you know you need to come here, I can't take seeing you hurt yourself! I know it's hard because your father has never been around but you were fine until we moved here, what's changed?"
I sighed and just shook my head whilst getting into the car. The whole car ride home was silent, and I just looked out of the window. About 20 minutes to half an hour later we were pulling up outside our home.
"Abigail, tell me what's wrong. If it's not having a father then what is it?" I sighed and hugged her tight, silently crying on her shoulder.
"I wish I could tell you mom, I really do." I whispered and then walked inside the rundown house I call home.
Don't get me wrong we both have jobs, but sometimes it isn't enough. My mom works as a receptionist at this big law firm and she thinks I'm a waitress at this rundown restraunt at the other side of town. How she is so wrong, I'm sadly a prostitute. I didn't choose this but got made to do it, speaking of which I got a text from my boss reading:
Abi, meet me at the end of your street in 15 mins, if not you'll be punished!
I cringed at the text and quietly made my way down the stairs, I heard my mom on the phone to someone so I made sure I was extra quiet.
"I just don't know what to do anymore Pam, she isn't happy here. I can't stand seeing her hurt." Was mom talking to Aunty Pam?! I thought they hated each other..
"She's self harming Pam, she was way happier in Pennsylvania with Chris." My eyes started to water at the mention of my childhood friend, Chris. He lived next door to my Aunty Pam, I really missed him.
"Would you mind if she moved back in with you? She can't keep going on like this." Tears were freely flowing down my face now, she wanted me back in Pennsylvania. She didn't want me anymore.
"Thanks Pam, I'll get her a flight first thing in the morning. I'm going to miss her." I ran out of the house slamming the door behind me, I ran to the end of the street where I was meeting Eric, my boss.
"What's wrong Abs?" Eric asked me, like he even cares.
"I'm getting sent away from here.." I told him truthfully.
"What do you mean?" God, is he stupid?
"I'm moving back to my hometown," I whispered. "I can't work for you anymore, I'm leaving tomorrow."
"How long have you known?" He asked anger clear on his face.
"I swear I only just found out!" I yelled with fear evident in my voice.
"Get out of my face!" He screamed and I ran for my life, tears falling rapidly.
I ran inside my moms house and straight up to my room, I was laid there for about 30 minutes before there was a soft knock at my bedroom door.
"Abs? Can I come in?" My mom asked softly.
"Yeah," I said loud enough for her to hear.
"I guess you heard me and your aunt on the phone." She sighed, "Honey, I just want you to be happy." She spoke quietly with tears in her eyes.
"I know mom, I understand." I whimpered.
"Your flight leaves at 9am, sweetheart you better pack." I nodded my head and then begun packing all of the things I would be taking with me.
I decided I was only going to take my clothes and posters with me since I didn't have much else, I already had a bedroom with a bed at my Aunt Pam's so that's fine. After I had packed everything it was 9pm and I was exhausted, not to mention that I would have to get up early in the morning to catch my flight. As soon as I laid down on my bed I passed out, not even caring that I was still fully clothed.
