useless

what?!?

Your p.o.v
"Daisy Brown!! Get your ass outta bed now, before I have to pour cold water over you!" A loud English voice called from down stairs.

"But muuuuuuum, I don't wanna go to school" I groaned back at her.

Let me explain. Most people around here love school, its a way to show of their strength and power. But, for people like me, its a hell hole. My power is what you would call useless. When I'm scared, an indestructible orb will form around me in protection. I can't control it. So all I am is a defence mechanism.

"DAISY! NOW!" my mother yelled again

I sighed and rolled out of my warm, enticing bed. I raised an eyebrow at the mirror before heading to my wardrobe. I just grabbed a black hoodie and a matching pair of leggings. I scanned my room for a hairbrush, and dragged it through my brown tangles, before sticking a beanie on the top.

I don't really bother with much makeup, apart from a little mascara, which made my blue eyes behind my glasses a little less noticeable.

Trudging to the kitchen, the smell of burnt toast turned my stomach. I looked at my mum with a pleading look.

"Mum, please don't make me go to the house of hell! I'm 23 for gods sake! I don't see why you pay for me to go to a place that can't help me. My power is useless, doctors have told us that it isn't progress able. I'm sorry that your only child turned out a failure okay! Move on. Get a dog or something!"

We had this same conversation every day. It would always end up with my mum telling me that I'm not useless and that she wants me, not a dog. I have to got to school, because doctors aren't always right.

But today was different. She looked at me with sad eyes and said "Daisy, I'm sorry okay! I'm trying my best to help you, and all you do is complain! And i-" she paused when Darren, my step-dad walked into the room.

He laughed at the scene unfolding, before going to pat my mum on the head like a dog. "So you finally listened to your old man, did you Ellie?" He asked, addressing my mum "go on, tell that 'child' what you really thing about her." I hate that bastard! He was enjoying this. Had he told my mum to do this?

"Mum, you don't have to listen to him!" I pleaded. Darren sent me a glare that could cut through steel.

Mum took a deep breath before speaking "I guess you right Daisy. There is not point in you going to this school. And yes, you are 23, so its time you made your own way in the world."

"M-mum, what do you mean?"

Tears began to form in her eyes "you need to leave Daisy. Today." Her tears spilled over.

"Is HE making you do this? Is he hurting you?!" A new realisation kicked in "is that what the bruises and flinches are when you are around him?"

All Darren did was send out another sharp look, but this time it was aimed at my mother. A few more moments passed, you could've heard a pin drop.

"mum-"

"DAISY! DON'T YOU EVER LISTEN! YOU LET ME DOWN, OKAY? AND YEAH, YOUR POWER IS USELESS! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED TO HEAR!" She yelled from behind her sad eyes. I know she didn't mean it but it still hurt like a dagger to my heart.

I turned around and walked towards the stairs to pack some stuff, I knew I couldn't stay here. Before I began the trek back to my room for the last time, I paused, and spoke without turning around.

"Dad loved me for who I was" and that was it. I left before there was a response. All I could hear were the sobs from my mother, and Darren muttering furiously.

Using my dad was a low blow, but I wanted to remind mum what she had replaced him with. My caring, funny father was so easily replaced by a drunken, abusive slob. I had never blamed my mum before, always thinking 'you can't help who you fall in love with'. But now, I was furious with her. This is the man that she shared a house with, a bed with, even her life with. Why couldn't she have picked someone better? Someone who treated her right?

I sighed as I finished gathering my stuff, before grabbing my bag and purse and slipping on a pair of worn out, black converse.

I waved goodbye to my room, and closed the door behind me. I sloped down stairs, and threw my house keys at my mum. She tried to reach out to my, but I just shrugged her off, and made a beeline for the mantle.

I looked at the gold urn that sat upon it, and whispered "I'll see you soon dad, I promise. I love you, and I miss you, please don't forget me." I stood in silence for a few seconds, and heard my mum crying again. I had an urge to go to her, but I resisted it, just glancing at her one last time. I didn't even look at Darren. I made my way out of the front door, and slammed it behind me.

It was only when I was half way down my street, that I realised that I was homeless. Great. I had a few friends I could ask for help, but if noting else, I wanted to keep my pride intact.

I could maybe go and find some kind of temporary job in MacDonald's or something, and try and save. But that would mean I'd have to sleep rough for a while. I only had £30 in my purse and a bit of loose change. I'd have to be wise with this now.

I was still mulling over as I suddenly tripped in a ditch and twisted my ankle.

"SHITE!!" I yelled at the early morning nothingness. I looked down at the culprit. A concave patch in the paving. It looked a little odd, like it was too neat to be there. I place my hand on the smooth curve, and noticed that wherever my hand touched, it dissipated into little blue blocks.

I was a little freaked out, and stood up to leave, not wanting to get myself into any kind of trouble. I turned to go, and felt the ground give way beneath me. In that split second, I looked down, only to register, and LONG tunnel-like formation that went down, made of those little blue blocks. And I was heading down it.