𝘉𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴

o r p h i c

a sky full of stars and he was staring at her

- atticus

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*Picture of Noah, you can picture him however you want though*

Althea POV

I walk through the cold dark hallway and am alone. I don't know where I am but I do know that I  am in our old house where my father, mother and I used to live before as a happy family before my mother died.

 I turn left and it feels as if I'm not controlling my own body. I try turning turning around but I can't and panic starts rising in me and close my eyes only to be soon reopened as I feel slimy hands running up and down my arms and see that there's blood dripping down my body.

I hear a piercing scream that makes my ear's hurt. I realize it's me that is screaming.

The scenery then changes and I'm back in my house. I am standing in my living room facing a wall with my mother's pictures on them. I hear a malicious chuckle that sends shivers down my spine as my body turns around to face my father. His eyes have a wild and crazed look in them and a cruel smirk on his face 

"She's dead because of you!" my father spits. 

His hand curls out and connects with my cheek, my body jerks toward the side. I turn around and see a whip in his hands and start instantly backing away but I end up tripping and falling. He cuts my t-shirt apart so I'm left in my bra. He grabs my arm and turns me around so my stomach is facing away from and my back is to him. He ropes my hands together and legs together so I can't move them. 

"You should've died, not her!" he yells at he whips my back over and over. My screams start sounding quiet to me as he keeps on whipping me. Blood is dripping down my back and it feels as if my back is on fire. He flips me over and I scream as I feel my skin burning as my wounds are under pressure. 

I look at him and see the whip is gone and it is now replaced with a knife. His eyes held a murderous look in them as he looks down at me. 

"I can't wait to get rid of you, to not see you're face everyday ugh!" he spits in disgust as he holds the knife the blade towards to me. 

He brings the knife towards my stomach...

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I wake upright as a scream tears through my throat. I am so thankful that my father isn't in the house because he probably would've given me another beating if I had made him mad. I look over to see my alarm clock reading 6:46 a.m. I sigh as I get up for another day of high school where our hopes and dreams die. I get ready by wearing blue jeans, a black tight crop top that shows a bit of my belly button, a black and white flannel long sleeve which I leave open, and my white vans. I brush my teeth, brush my hair and keep it down.

I grab my bag and phone and head downstairs sighing in relief when I see that he was probably out for the night and then start panicking that he might be home soon. I grab an apple and run out the door and start walking to school. I have a motorcycle but I can't go to school with it because it will draw attention and I really don't want that. 

I finally arrive at school just in time and walk inside to got to my locker. As I was grabbing my books, the girls next to me talking about some new boys arriving at school. Apparently they're part of the biggest gang in the USA and they're "ridiculously drop dead gorgeous", their words not mine. Finally tired of their constant yapping, I grab my stuff, slam my locker startling them and start walking towards Calculus. As I'm walking I bump into a wall and I hiss in pain as one of my bruises starts to ache.