Scarred // michael clifford

Brooklynn Young

// Hello beautiful people :*
New Story:) Hope you love it!//

•Brooklynn POV•
Tomorrow's my first day of Senior Year. One more year and I get to leave this pathetic excuse they call "high school." One more year and I can say I survived the worst years of my life. One more year and I can escape the realities of being a child. One more year to grow up.

I know they say when you turn 13 your childhood is over. THIR'TEEN'. I've always believed you don't escape being an adolescent until you're out of high school. It just seems more fitting that way.

Some may argue when you turn 16 it's all done. Getting your picture on a cheep piece of plastic and risking thousands of peoples lives, just so you can get a little taste of 'freedom'.
You're not free. You still have to return to the house you belong to. The place you call 'home'. For me, I've never had a home. Of course I've lived in houses and apartments at different points in my life, but no where I have actually called "home'.

A little background on me: I'm an only child...scratch that...I'm the accident child. The 'whoops I forgot the condom child.'

I never even knew my father. He really isn't even my father. Just the guy I get half my genetics from. I see him as nothing more than a sperm doner.
My mom tries her hardest. *TRIED. She's kind of just given up hope lately. When I was in my younger years, she gave me all should could to be the best mother. Let's just say being 17 and having a kid isn't the best position for her. Especially when her parents kicked her out after me being only 1 month.

By my pre-teens she was an alcoholic. I would take care of her, when she should've been doing the same for me. Her only job was being a prostitute, which meant I never saw her at "working hours". I helped her get clean, get a job and start acting better. Soon she fell in love, got married, and once again abandoned my existence. Seth, my step-father, tried to be a father to me and first, but I completely shut him out. I knew men. Their disgusting nature. Just wanting to fuck anything that breathes.

I wasn't always this revolted against men. When I was 12, my mother brought a client home. With her being highly-intoxicated, she passed out before she could finish her job. I was sound asleep in my room, tucked underneath the blankets in the land of dreams. He came into my room and used me. He forced me. I tried screaming, punching, crying. Nothing helped. He raped a child and had taken away my innocence.

Ever since, I have never trusted any guy. Not even being friends with them. I completely shut down.
After months of trying to befriend me, Seth gave up. He went into harsher actions. Slapping me when I made any mistakes. Bruises covered my body. Some days were better than others. But it wasn't easy.

The worst days were when I believe the things he tells me. Calling me 'worthless', 'unimportant', a 'mistake'.
My mother was to intoxicated in love with him to see what he's done to me. Like she even cares anymore. I'm surprised she even remembers my name.

So that's me. Oh yeah. My name? Brooklynn. Brooklynn Young.
My mom loved the name. She didn't want people referring to me as the city in New York, so she added a 'n'.
She used to tell me it stood for the night; when all the stars come out and the fireflies come out. When the angels rome the sky and look upon everyone.

It's the only thing that makes me feel normal. It seems like the only thing I've done right.

I sound insane. I believe that my name is the only thing right about me. I can't help it. No one could ever see me as a normal person.

I'm moody. I'm annoying. I'm ugly. I'm desperate. I'm imperfect. I'm a bitch. I'm ungrateful. I'm lost. I'm scarred.

hiyaaaaaaaaaaa;) so I hope you guys are patient with me cause I have a life. haha not really but softball consumes my social life. and then there's this thing called school-_-
Well I hope you loved it:) I love you guys<3