Imperfections

Chapter 1

A/N: The picture on yalls right is Allyson, the girl in this chapter (: I will post pictures of the characters in the chapter they appear in (:

Allyson's POV

I run upstairs to my room, the tears already falling on to my cheeks. I slam my door and behind me I hear my father yell, "You fucking whore! You're nothing but trash and you're worthless! All you are is a constant reminder to me of you're mother! If she was here..." I didn't hear anymore because I put Asking Alexandria on as loud as my stereo would go. Thats all I'll ever be, a reminder of what my mom and dad had.

They met in Florida at some beach in Orlando. She had a orange bikini on and she was the only girl on the entire beach that caught his eye, according to my dad. He took her to get some drinks and they kept seeing each other for months. They were married and two years later they had their child, me. I was everything they hoped for; beautiful, smart, and full of life. They were married happily for twelve years, but my mother had cancer. She was in the hospital all the time and I was left home. My mother then died a month after my fourteenth birthday.

She was my role model. She understood me. I took it pretty harsh, but I think my dad took it the worst. He was always locked in his room, he barely came out to eat. Then he started drinking, that's when he started to be mean and treating me like shit. I was nothing in his eyes. My mom was his entire world and when she died, she took the best half of him with her.

I walk to my mirror and look at the reflection. The person in the mirror looked terrible. She has eyeliner and mascara all down her cheeks. I try to rub it off but it just smears.

I open my door quietly and run to the bathroom for a towel. I look through the cupboards and find a small towel. I rub my face with the towel, hoping to get it all off. I turn the shower water on and adjust it to the right temperature. I look through one of my drawers and I find my extremely sharp razor blade. I undress myself and lay down into the crystal white tub.

I stare at the blade. It holds so many terrible memories.

Downstairs I hear glasses being thrown and screaming. I begin crying quietly as I glide the razor through my skin. I see dark red blood seep through my skin and it falls in to the tub. Soon, the water is pink, full of blood and salty tears.

Finally, I stop crying and the blood stops flowing from the three deep cuts on my wrist. I drain the water and step out, redressing.

I quietly walk to my room and notice my father, downstairs, crying. If he wasn't such an asshole to me then I would actually feel bad. He loved my mom, more than anything, and he lost her.

I lay down in bed and look at the clock. 8:36 p.m. My cell phone then starts playing Congratulations I Hate You by Alesana I look at the caller ID and i answer it saying, "Hey Bethannie. What's up?"

"So Kourtney's having a party tonight and I'm making you go."

"I'm not going. I'm not in the mood to party."

"I don't care, Allyson. You've been in that house and haven't done anything since your mom died. You're going even if I have to drag you by your hair."

"Okay! Just lemme get ready and I'll call you when I get there."

She says thank you over a million times and I hang up on her. I look in the mirror and I see my hair sloppily put up and my eyes puffy. I sit in my chair and turn my flat iron on. As it warms up, I apply concelear under my eyes, hoping to make my eyes less red and puffy. I put on my black sparkly eyeliner and alot of mascara. Then I straighten my hair until it's perfect and I tease the top a little bit.

After I'm happy with my face, I walk over to my closet and look through my clothes. I settle on a purple tshirt and a white undershirt. Then I looked through my jeans and I was trying to decide which pair of skinny jeans so I just grabbed the black ones. I got on my knees and went through each pair of converse I owned. I only had one pair of purple so I put them on.

I walk out into the hallway and looked downstairs to see if my father was still there, crying. I didn't hear him so I guessed he went to his room for the night. I quietly ran downstairs and rummage through our cabinet where all the keys are kept. I grab my little Dodge Charger's keys and I quietly open the front door and I get into my car, just waiting for something disastrous to happen.

A/N: Hai y'all :3 So I know this is a short start, sorry. It'll get better! Hopefully. I know y'all don't want me to do this but I need to in order for my book to get popular. So before I post the next chapter I need to have 5 VOTES. the amount of votes will increase as I get more views. Thanks :D bye <3

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