I Won't Let You Down (hiatus)

Chapter 2

YAY sort of a long chapter. Took me awhile to upload cos my computer crashed literally every time I got halfway done with typing this. Anyway, the first few beginning chapters will be rushed (writer's block) But bear with me, I will get better! :] Oh and this is an uneventful chapter, but it's necessary. Cheers.

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My head is spinning. It's light out, I don't think that I slept at all. Matthew went on for such a long time, and I didn't stop crying. I couldn't. Strangely, I think he liked that. The alarm on my phone goes off, and with a trembling hand I shut it off. Matthew, who is sleeping and touching my ass, doesn't wake up... cool. I'm careful not to wake him up when I go to the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror.

Okay," I say quietly to myself. "Just forty more minutes, and I'll be at school. I'll be free for awhile." I take a deep breath and close my eyes, then open them. I might be crazy... oh well. Who's sane these days?

I get ready quickly, skipping breakfast (as per usual) and getting outside in twenty minutes. Wait... Oh crap! I forgot my lunch! My backpack better have some money... YES! It does. Yay, no need to go back to the house. I could buy my lunch instead. The sky is gray, indicating that a storm is coming. I sit down against a tree, the rips in my skinny jeans pulling apart slightly to reveal skin. A breeze ruffles my hair, making it difficult to see my phone as I look for music to listen to. I pick out Enter Sandman by Metallica, looking around at the silent neighborhood around my bus stop (no one on my street goes to my school). It seems to always be cloudy in Illinois, and most of the newly fallen snow is now slush from the rain. Hmm... I bet my butt is now wet from the grass. I stand up, adjusting my headphones. My breath comes out in a fog. Something's not right. I have a feeling that today is going to be a bad day. Yeah, even worse than yesterday. If that's possible.

After about twenty minutes, the bus gets to where I am. I'm tired of standing, but at least my butt isn't wet anymore. As I get on my bus, I feel my shoulders slump in relief. I guess that I was stressed while I was waiting. Well, for about six hours, I'm free from my repulsive uncle. Which brings me to a thought that I've always pondered; why didn't my parents have me live with my aunt and cousins instead of my uncle? He's not my godfather, my godfather is dead. He dies years ago from cancer, but that's a story for another time. My aunt is my godmother though, she's my dad's sister. She's so nice, too. Much nicer than Matthew ever was... or will be.

My seat on the bus rattles at every little bump, but I like sitting in the lone seat twelve. Despite the two idiots sitting across the aisle from me, and the overcrowded and aged bus itself, I like the bus ride. To me, it's quite calming. Sounds crazy, right? Not when you're me. The bus makes me feel safe, the people on the bus give me a sense of protection from Matthew. I know he can't come on the bus and scare me, which is super comforting. God, I really don't want to think about Matthew. I hope he breaks something at work and has to stay in the hospital for eternity.

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School is so boring. Why can't everyone just be homeschooled? Except for me, of course. But I guess that would make no sense.

As I sit in English class, I think about how weird my... lower parts feel. I wonder if you can bruise down there... Probably. Ow. I can't sit at all. Okay, even I'm weirded out by my thoughts. A dorky guy gives me a weird look from across the room, probably confused as to why I'm squirming so much. Mind your own business, dude.

So I don't have any friends that I could talk to. Some people are nice enough to try talking to me, but I simply don't like people. I'd rather sit alone than hang out with people.