I'm a survivor

Rangers POV:

Beep!

Beep!

Beep!

I groan and roll over to turn off my alarm clock. I turn over and face the ceiling and just think about what may happen today.

1. Get usual encounters with father.

2. Walk to school, being tormented along the way by every one.

3. long hard day at school.

4. Be beat up by bullies after school.

5. Come home to encounter mum and dad.

6. Cut, clean and sleep. repeat next day.

Yup, so that was a usual day for me. actually that's been my life since I started school.

My life wasn't always like this, believe it or not before I turned five. my life was great. I was loved, feed and cared for. but not anymore, I've had to look after myself and grow up faster. for ten long years I've been suffering.

But I'll hold on.

I roll out of bed and make my way to my shower.I strip out of my pyjamas, and take a long hot shower.letting the hot water cascade down my back. losing all the knots and soothing the bruises and cuts too. I scrub some vanilla and jasmine scented shampoo into my hair. then some orange body wash all over my body.

I dry my self then make my way over to my draw with my little amount of clothes I have. I decide in a way to big for me, black worn out Nike jumper. Washed out black skinny jeans. grey scarf and red beanie.

I leave my long black hair that's blonde at the tips to dry. and do my makeup to cover up the bruises. I apply a little foundation, water proof mascara and lip gloss so my lips won't chap when I'm breathing in and out from the beatings.

I slip on old red vans and sling my school bag over my shoulder. grab my iPhone, yes I have an iPhone. I have a job so I have money to buy some decent clothes and if needed some food to eat.

But I had saved enough to buy an iPhone. I creep out my bedroom door, and creep past the living room. we live in a one storey house so there isn't much choices to run and hide when Im. trying to escape my dad. or mum.

I had just grasped the front door handle when I heard my dad's voice.

"Hey ya worthless piece of shit, where the hell do ya think your going huh? to some guys house aye? to be the little slur that ya are.." he trailed off stumbling into the living room doorway a few feet away from me.

"I'm going school.." I curse myself for sounding weak.

"Why are you so weak!? you pathetic ugly waste of space. no one wants you, gosh I still can't believe that I created you.."

"Dad! please stop!!.."

Even if I denied it those words stung, even if he was a drunk bum. he was the one that gave me life so I have to be in debt to him. no matter what.

Then I feel a heavy force crash into my head, then liquid dripping down my face and soaking my jumper. he had thrown his bloody beer bottle at me! and it hurt, then I felt a stinging sensation on my left temple.

I touched it and immediately draw my hand back,hissing at the contact. there was a deep gash across my temple.

"Huh!! I didn't hear you! are you showing me attitude?? and don't ever call me dad again!! you have no right, ya worthless ugly retard!!" he screams in my face, he then slams the side of my head with the gash into the wall.

I cry out in pain, but never letting a tear fall once, he kicks me once and walks out the door. probably to the pub. I look to the wall and see a blood splatter that starts to drip down. I cringe at the thought about how that's my blood.

I walk over to the kitchen and clean up the wound, apply some disinfectant and wrap a bandage around my head to cover the wound. I place the first aid into my bag so I can change it if it gets dirty at school.

I pull my beanie over the bandage and make my way to the door and closing it in the process.

I sigh as I step out into the cold winter morning, I pull out my gloves from my bag and shove them on to my small hands. I walk and start to think about how long this day will be.

First chapter!!! yay!! Kay well vote and comment i'd love to hear what you have to say about it so far!!! until next chapter..

-TREY:) x