My little mate

Art is Wild

Listening to the wind blowing hard and the rain falling on my roof makes me feel content. I inhail and exhale as smooth as one can with a few cracked ribs and a broken jaw, but I heal really fast. I don't know why and my parents just look at me weird when I say that, but I haven't been to the doctor in forever so I think that is normal. My uncle isn't very good to me; he hits me, throws me, and even... touches me.

I look at the clock just as it strikes 5:30 in bold red numbers. I was trying to relax after what I will say as one of the worst nights of the abuse. My uncle came home from wherever he was, and got mad at me for dinner not being on the table, and his bath not being ready. So he threw me down the stairs to the basement, kicked me in the stomach multiple times, and decided he wanted to do things with me and when I refused to he got mad and hit my jaw until it popped out of socket. I didn't scream the entire time though, and I never will. I won't give him any more of a reason to feel satisfied in his work. I had homework and I am a great student; it's the one thing I excel at and get praise from doing it. So I did that first I just didn't realize how long I was doing it.

Around six I start to get up and ready for school. I pull on a nice hoodie, some slightly ripped jeans, and some black converse. I then grabbed a $20 from my money stash. I have the money stash because someone leaves a box of $2000 every month on my balcony with a note that says, " I love you, and I'm sorry I cant help more. - m/d". I wish I knew who it was so I could thank them. I walk downstairs slowly, and when I see nobody is there I grab my keys and get into my car. It's a black Jeep and I love it with all my heart! I named him Alexander, like Hamilton, and he has been with me for a solid year. I finally arrive at school and pull up my hood my jaw is healed pretty much I know there is still bruising and my makeup is in my locker because my uncle thinks make up is for whores. I grab my book bag and head straight to my locker looking down the entire time. As soon as I get to my locker my friend, Trinity, pulls me into an enthusiastic hug, but she is very careful considering she knows about him.  She found out after I came to school and didn't cover the bruising fast enough. She wanted me to tell my parents but then my uncle would kill me, and I don't want to die.

Trinity looks at me with a pity smile and asks, " Hey Daisy, are you okay? How bad was it?" I look at her and mimed her smile, " I can take it. I'll be fine." She curtly nodded and walks with me to the bathroom. I throw on some quick makeup to cover the bruising. As the five minute bell rings Trinity links our arms together and pulls me to our first put advanced art with Mr. Tasmo. He is by far my favorite teacher and to be honest he is my second father. He treats me like I am part of his family and even invites me to go to family dinners with them sometimes. I wouldn't say I'm great at art maybe above average... Trinity however disagrees tremendously. I pull up my canvas to continue my painting of this huge, wild wolf I keep seeing in my mind. The wolf has green eyes with chocolate fur with his ears and paws having the tips a deep black. It looks okay, but again Trinity things better. "YOU NEED TO GIVE ME YOUR ART SKILLS BECAUSE I CAN BARLEY DRAW A POPSICLE!" I lightly chuckle and just as I was going to say something someone opens the door with so much force that I really did think it was going to come off it's hindges. So I obviously need to see the super mutant who did that, and upon further inspection it was Alexander Tasmo. He looked up straight at me and as soon as my eyes hit his It was like I couldn't stop staring. Then he stepped closer and smiled, " mine." What?