Unwillingly, I got out of my warm bed and braced myself for the average day. Chores. Taking care of Jayden. Beer bottles tossed at my head etcetera. I turn my head to see what time it is. 6:30am, Friday...
Friday. The only day in the entire week I get fed, then my stomach begs for the next Friday, then the next, then the next. But now, it has come to the point where my body has got used to it and from the outside; I am emotionless. I am paralyzed inside and out. Only Jayden has seen me broken, the real me, my real emotions. Yet, through all of my breakdowns, he has always been there to comfort me. He makes me feel needed, as if throughout all of my during my depression and attempts to end it all, I always stay for him. To protect him from his undeserving life that god had decided to give him.
I put on my one outfit I have besides my pyjamas and looked at myself in my cracked mirror. I frowned. I was not pretty, yet not ugly either. My dull grey eyes are to big for my long, narrow face. My dirty blonde hair sticking out in all directions. I grabbed my brush, and slowly, my wild mane had been tamed. I cautiously make my way downstairs, incase he hit my will a half empty beer bottle that I was sure was in one of his hands. I held my breath and tip-toed as quietly as I could down the staircase. I sighed with relief as I reached the bottom of the staircase and went straight to the cleaning supplies under the sink. I start doing the usual cleaning, preparations for my 'parents' dinner and dusting the cobwebs that had been created overnight. Once I was finally done, I got blessed by sitting at the table, and digging in to the portion of food that I know that I will store for later, for me and my brother.
My whole body tenses as I hear the door open behind me. Despite my posture giving it away, I kept on acting as if my abusive 'father' didn't just walk in to the room. "Hey mistake, I got some news for you and I am only going to say this once so you better be listening." He started in a stern voice. I didn't dare look up to make contact with his eyes, instead I just nodded to show that I was listening. "LOOK AT ME WHEN I SPEAK TO YOU!" He bellowed in my face, his breath was reeking with alcohol. At this point I was expecting a strike, but it never came, now I was confused. I looked up as he asked and saw that he has calmed down. "Okay, as much as I would love you to stick around and do the cleaning and all that sh*t, the government is going to give my a fine if you don't go to school on Monday." My face was expressionless, but on the inside, I was overwhelmed with happiness. Finally. School. Education. Something that I am truly surprised that I missed. But, no matter how hard I tried to deny it, I truly missed the hell hole. His voice brought me back to reality, "That is all I have to say. Now, get out of my sight you waste of space."
I quickly nodded my head and scurried up to my bedroom. Me, going to school? I knew that as soon as I go back to sleep, I would have to face reality again. So, I went to sleep back to sleep and woke up, the same as yesterday. I knew that it was too good to be true.
Like yesterday, I went to my wardrobe to get my clothes; only to realise that a new outfit had been placed there.....
School uniform?
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Rising From the Ashes
Teen FictionSkyler has the worst life you could probably imagine. An orphan, abusive foster parents and a little brother she has to take care of. Being 14, she still has to wait four years until she is free, can live in her only house and take custody of her li...
