Please Let Me Be

Chapter 1

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*Brooke POV*

 Looking in the mirror I felt ashamed. My dull blonde hair felt greasy and stringy as it fell just above my wasit, my pale pasty skin was covered in bruises, cuts, red marks, burns. The hips bones on my body poked out and has bright red scars draped across them. The faded blue eyes my mother gave me lingered on my body. I know its terrible to think but I hate herself. The scars littered my body both coming from my own hand and the hands of others. 

Dragging my feet I pulled a black hoodie over my petite body and put on some worn out baggy jeans. I slipped on my converse and tied the laces into bows. I pulled my hair in a messy bun, and flipped my hood up as I tucked a few stray hairs behind my ears. Opening the door I tiptoed down the stairs only to see my abusive father out cold on the floor. Images of last night flashed before my eyes and I shook my head to try and forget about the memories. Reaching into the fruit basket I pulled out a banana and slipped out the door making sure not to make too much noise. 

My mother was probably out cold in her bed too since her and my father both like to drink. Since I walked to school everyday I watched the tree line as I listened to my IPod that I bought with the money my grandma sent me for my birthday. I loved my grandma she was the only one who cared what I had to say. I always loved when she visited because my parents didn't drink as much as they usually do. The sad part is she stopped visiting me about four years ago when she got sick. "Slowtown" by Twenty One Pilots played as I started to open the school doors. I loved arriving early because no one saw me. Getting called freak, whore, slut, and my favorite "dirty" was not my favorite thing to do all day. I never really had a friend, only those who pitied me. Walking don the hallways I scurried to my first class and slowly walked in sitting on the side closer to the back.

"Good morning Brooke." my sweet English teacher spoke to me as I looked up at her and gave her a weak smile. She fummed and began writing down something in her notebook. A lot of people began to pile in and I just looked down at my blue colored notebook. As they passed me some hissed freak or bitch and I ignored them. Finally class ended and I ran out of the room to my locker so no one could caught me.

The day went by pretty fast I didn't get harrased as much as I usually did so I ended up walking home. I stared at the tree line for some reason I felt like my eyes couldn't be teared away.  A black lexus zoomed by and some of my peers threw eggs at me and water balloons. Great, now I'm soaked, freezing, and smell like egg. Walking into my house I see my kinda sober mother sitting their reading. She looked normal for once. Then the hit came.

"You stupid slut! You are filthy and wet! You are lucky your father doesn't see this...for now." she hissed at me as she kicked me in the stomach and smacked the side of my head. Hearing footsteps get louder from down the hall I saw my very livid father coming towards my mother and I. He slapped his so called precious wife and shoved his boot into my stomach since I was already lying on the ground gasping for air.

Pulling me up by my hair he spit in my face and pushed me down the stairs into the fowl smelling basement. My whole world started to become fuzzy and hazy as I reached the bottom of the stairs. I felt like I was drowning. I was slowly dying day after day from living this hell. Crawling to the only window in the basement and  pushed it open. The rust on the window flaked off as I used all my strength to lift myself up. If I was going to die I didn't want it to be in this fucking house. Feeling the plush grass beneath my elbows I took in the crisp fall air. Dragging my body further away from the house tears started to stream down my face. Reaching the tree line I slowed down and just looked up into the sky taking me the orange and reds of the turning trees. I actually felt happy for once, generally happy.  My eyes became heavy and I let myself fall into a joyful oblivion.