Ash Mitchell is a 17 year old GIRL who deals with many mental health issues. With her mother taken away from her at a young age she went into a dark state. Not wanting to deal with her bullshit, her father sent her away to an academy on the other si...
I walked out the station and dropped my skateboard on the ground. I skated home in the dark. Once I got home I snuck in through the roof. I quickly made my way to my room. I then made my way to the roof. I ran my hand through my light brown hair. I hated it. It made me look more like my dad. I hate him for what he did. And I hate my mom for not doing anything about it. She just stood there and cried. I still have the scars on my hands from holding onto the door. It adds to the open wounds I have from yesterday. I had an episode yesterday because the police officer yelled at me and I couldn't do anything about it.
I got caught stealing vitamins. My mom spends the money my dad gives us on alcohol. Which means I only eat cereal or apples. Which isn't good for a 15 year old. My face is pale and I am way too skinny for my age. It's all my dad's fault and also my moms. Ever since Gabriel was taken to who knows where my Mom and Dad got a divorce and my Mom became an alcoholic. She's gotten aggressive and hits me whenever she feels like it. She blames everything on Gabriel. Which I hate.
I'll be sixteen next month and my mom is counting down the days. She wants to send me away to this academy in London. It's way too far. I wish she could send me to the same place Gabriel is staying. Unfortunately we don't know where that is. My father never told us. Not because he knew we would've gotten him back. But because he doesn't know where he is. He told the people to just put him anywhere. My mom and I would've taken him if we knew his location. Well....at least I would've. My mom doesn't care anymore. She doesn't cry anymore. I still do. I sometimes cry myself to sleep.
"Faith! I know you're here! Get your ass downstairs now!"
I cringed at the sound of her voice. I slowly made my way off the roof. I walked down the stairs and walked to the kitchen. I looked at my Mom's red, droopy eyes and chills ran down my back. She looked at me with anger written all over her face.
"Why the fuck did the police just call me saying that you stole something from Target?! What the fuck did you steal?!" She yelled.
"V...vitamins," I whispered.
"Vitamins?! Why are you so stupid?!"
"I wouldn't have to steal shit if you would buy the stuff that I need like healthy food or supplies for school or my medication! But you want to spend your time drinking! You get mad at me for acting up but it's because I'm loosing my mind and it's your fault! It's your fault that I'm like this and it's your fault that Gabriel is gone!"
That's when I felt it. I felt glass in my arm. I screamed in pain. She smashed the vodka bottle on my arm. Tears dared to shed. But I won't allow myself to cry in front of her.
"Shut up! Don't say his name! I don't want to know anything about him! He's the reason I'm like this! It's his fault!"
That's when I had enough. I grabbed the pot that was next to me and slammed her face with it. She fell to the ground unconscious. I ran to the restroom and took out the glass from my arm. I then wrapped it up and went upstairs. I grabbed my bag and filled it up with clothes and shoes and some other stuff that I would need. I then ran downstairs and grabbed my Mom's wallet. I took out the little money she had and then I opened an envelope of money that my dad sends to me every week. I then ran out to the garage and took out my money stash that I hide from my mom. I've been saving up for my own place. I grabbed the money and put it in my bag. I now have about $10,000 dollars. That's nothing in LA. But it is enough for me to stay in a hotel for a few days.
I grabbed my skateboard and left. I know I would have to come back in few days. Hopefully by that time she's cooled down.
****Two weeks later****
I've been staying at this place that isn't very expensive. The room isn't much but it's not bad either. I really can't be picky right now. But at least it has a kitchen and a restroom. The bed is a good size.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I'm currently packing my stuff because I don't want to use up all my money. I now have about $8,000 now. So I already used $2,000. Which isn't a lot. I honestly thought I was going to waist more.
It's already November. Which means there's only three more days until my birthday. I know my mom is sending me to the academy the day after. So might as well go back to pack my stuff.
******
I walked through the door and was greeted by the smell of Bacardi. I cringed at the stench. My mom then stumbled her way to the main hall. She narrowed her brows. I looked at her with disgust written all over my face.
"It's about tiiiiime youuu come baaaack," She slurred.
"I had to," I hissed.
"Of course you diiiiid. Youuuu can't live without meeeee. You're nothing without meeee."
I looked down. She let out a laugh. I felt my nails sink into the palm of my hands. I felt the blood dripping down my hands.
"Aww, is someone getting maaaad? How about you go pack up your shit. The faster you can leave," she said.
I made my way upstairs and began to pack my stuff. I wasn't going to pack a lot knowing that my dad was going to send me stuff. My mom told my dad about sending me. Since he doesn't want to deal with me he agreed with her. At least I don't have to live with them anymore. And I could finally get medication from the academy. This is my chance to start over. My chance to find Gabriel. Because I will find him.
I promise.
~~~~~
New point of view. Also a new character. What do you guys think of Faith? I hope you guys like her. Do you think it's the same academy? Or will it be a different one?
