Bogota, Colombia
March 8th, 2003
7:43 am
"IT'S A GIRL!!!" They very tall doctor shouted with excitement as a screeming ball of slimy baby lay in his arms. "Would You like to hold her Ms. Grey?" He said coming closer to an exhausted woman drenched in sweat, she took the baby in her arms. The woman smiled softly "Evelyn Mary Grey" she said quietly, when the doctor ask what she had said, the woman simply replied with "Her name is Evelyn Mary Grey" nonchalantly.
That screeming baby was me, Evelyn Grey. Im 16 now, my family moved to America the summer after my birth. I don't remember much of the move just bits and fragments of my screaming. Sadly everything was not happy amd jolly as when I first was born.
It was a hot day, I was laying on my bed with only some shorts and a sportsbra on. I had been reading a book when a screaming sounded. "EVELYN GET YOUR SLUTTY ASS IN HERE" I heard my mother shout at the top of her lungs from the kitchen. She has definitely been drinking again, reluctantly I jumped out of my bed threw on a shirt and trudged down the stairs to greet my mother. When I walked in a glass cup was thrown at my head, I doged it in time to let ot fall shattering on the floor.
As expected I looked up and saw my mother who is basically just a drunkard with a bottle of gin in her hands. When she registered that the glass had hit the floor and not me, she went ballistic. Yelling at me about how irresponsible I am for dropping a glass, and how I was grounded for being disrespectful. Of course none of her shouting made sense, I just quickly picked up the glass shards and carefully placing them in the trash. She had calmed down a bit and took another swig of gin. "Your're father will be picking you up from school tomorrow" she said sluring.
I just quickly nodded and walked away, cursing at my freshly cut hands from the glass. I walked into the bathroom and bandaged up my hands quickly, looking at my self in the prosses. You could see huge bags under my eyes and my brown hair tied up in a messy bun. It looked as if i hadn't slept for days, accurate.
I walked out of the bathroom quickly and quietly as possible, retreating to my room. I immediately jumped back on my bed and continued reading. I was reading an interesting book, about a young girl named Hanna. She had gone to a phycotic ward after being acused of pussing her friend Agnus of a balcony. It was quite a sad book, telling about the story of a young girl struggling threw scotophobia.
I have many, many more books. I confide in my books, wishing and dreaming I could be my favorite characters. Sadly I can't, I have to stay in this shitty world full of abuse and hurt.
I've never had much in my room. By my door is two full bookshelves filled with books obviously. Did I mention I like to read? By those bookshelves is my desk, accompany by my two thousand papers on it. On the next wall is my dresser and my shoe rack, not even half way filled. The last thing in my room with the exception of my million sticky glow stars on my ceiling, is my bed. It's in the corner of the room, it doesn't have a bed frame just my mattress on the floor.
Tomorrow I have school, remembering my father's picking me up makes me shudder with fear. The last time he picked me up after school, he forcibly kissed me and made his hand up on my thigh. Once I pushed him of he yelled at me and slapped me. When he droped me off at my house, since my parents dont live together, he said that if I told anyone whag happens he would quote "Gut me like a fish."
I hate my house, I hate my parents. I Wish I could just die sometimes. Ever since my mother and father split up, things have gotten to a down ward spiral. My mother started drinking and smoking pot, while she abused the hell out of me for her enjoyment. My father just simply became a pedo. making moves on young teenagers. They have never once been caught.
As soon as my 56th chapter was finnished I stood up and went to take a shower/bath. Firstly I got into the shower and quickly washed my hair. Next I filled up the tub with a bubble bath, bath salts, and a bath fizzie. All payed for by me. I spent thirty minutes in the bath, before I got out and dried
My hair. I got dressed in my splatoon pj's and layed down. When my head hit the pillow I was instantly out.
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YOU ARE READING
The Sad Life of Evelyn Grey
Teen Fiction"Why is she so ugly" snickered a girl in the hall. "You're an insolent bitch" seethed her father. "I wish you were never born" sobbed her mother. "What the hell is wrong with you" shouted a boy.
