Ben and Jeff

Chapter 1

Sore and tired, my body slowly powered up, and as usual, I was sprawled across the dirty wooden floor. I looked at the small window across the room, the curtains drawn meaning my parents were out. "Great..." I muttered to  myself. I forced my body up right. Each night before they would go to bed or out, they would lock me away as if I was a pet. To distract myself, I punched the paint-crumbling wall, physical pain was the only pain I could stomach. Anger bubbled through my veins, the loneliness was eating away at me. 

Hours, upon hours passed by, my only company the howling wind outside.

A familiar voice rang through the air. "Get up you lazy cow." She slurred her words, severely intoxicated. I heard her make a rough attempt at unlocking the padlock chaining my room shut. After a few times she managed to get in, letting the chain fall to the ground. The door swung open, my mother stumbled in straight towards me sat in the middle of the room. I was almost surprised when she grabbed a chunk of my hair and began to drag me towards the stairs. "I'm hungry." My so called mother moaned, pulling at me. I held a brave face, not making a single sound. They don't need to know how they affect me. 

Once I had finished making a basic plate of food, I shoved one in front of my mother and the other on the coffee table ready for when my father turned up. Which he did. I quickly ran up the stairs, they would be satisfied for the moment, until their plates were empty. I tidied myself up, I covered the marks, I dressed in my only clean clothes. If I was to ever give away to school that my parents were anything but perfect they would kill me. I grabbed my tattered backpack and inched down the stairs slowly. "Where are you going Y/N?" My dad muttered not taking his eyes of the television, shoveling his mouth with breakfast. I cleared my throat. "School, dad." I managed out a response and knew immediately it wasn't good enough. "You call me sir, you stupid mare." He shouted, his eyes still glued to the television. "Yes sir!" Instead of confidence like I expected I almost squeaked. Feeling safe I whispered a goodbye and left the house. 

Within seconds, I was panting as I raced down the street wanting to be as far away as possible.

 Unwillingly, my body froze. I was at the end of the street. Which was where the forest started. The wind swirled leaves around my ankles, it was as if I could hear it whispering at me. 

"Do it."

I span around to look for the source of the whispers. There was nobody around, not a single living thing. What did I have to lose? With one last look around I entered the tree line. As I walked deeper and deeper into the woods I could feel eyes on the back of my neck, as If I was being stalked. Again I was stopped in my tracks, on the tree directly in front of me was a deep red liquid, dripping down to the base of the tree. Dread flowed through my veins, my heart dropping into my stomach. It was blood.