I kissed the bitch, blood on my lips. holy shit, he scarred the bitch, i grabbed her bra, and tell her she can
She can, she can- run, run, run my head....
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i woke up in a large amount of pain, my body cold & sweaty. i looked over at the time & it read 7:12am.
realizing i still had school, i started to get up & get ready. my entire body was aching with pain. i made it over to my closet & went to open the door.
i hissed out in pain. i looked at my hand, it was ranging in colors from purple & black. i sighed realizing that my father most likely broke it when he stomped on it.
i shuffled through my clothes , trying to find something comfy. i pushed hangers back one by one i finally settled on something.
i settled on a white sweatshirt & brown sweatpants.
i then lifted my sleeve to check my cuts from last night. i decided that i would clean them out with rubbing alcohol so it would prevent them from getting infect.
as i walked into the bathroom, i seen that it was still a mess. blood was every, along with broken glass. a taste of metal had formed in my mouth the longer i thought about what happened.
the mess only meant my father wasn't home because if he was, i would face the consequences.
i grabbed the rubbing alcohol from the cabinet & poured it on the several deep cuts on my arm. i watched in pain as the liquid cleaned up the dry blood & turned them a dark shade of red. i put the rubbing alcohol back into the cabinet & i proceeded to clean up the bathroom.
i cleaned up al the glass in the the dust pan & thew it away as i went back to my room.
i then proceeded to get ready for school.
i slipped on my mother's old, gold necklace of a lotus flower. i left my short, curly hair down, hoping it would cover the giant bruise on my face & the multiple cuts.
i put on my white air forces & grabbed my school notebooks.
since i was walking to school, i took this time to clear my mind. it was always peaceful in the mornings. no one was outside, no one was fighting, no shootings.
just peace & quiet.
as i came closer to the school i put my head down, avoiding any eye contact with anyone.
i made my way down the hallway & too my locker. i opened it with my good hand & grabbed what i needed. as i went to shut it, somebody slammed it shut for me, causing me to jump.
"why the fuck haven't you been answering my texts" daren spat, making my breathing hitch.
"i-i was in juvenile for a couple days & ion got a phone no more" i spoke quietly. he roughly grabbed my neck, & pushed me against the locker, choking me.
