The beating didn't stop. I thought he was just a bit too upset that day, but he came back to my room every night to beat me up and shout at me how I was worthless and that I had to go to hell. I knew that I couldn't do anything to stop him.. And maybe it was good that he hit me? He didn't do anything to Levi and he seems happier if he'd been beating me up..
Of course, I feel like shit and I look even worse, but Levi is sweet and helps me and I've got the art room.. That helps. And it could be worse, right? So I'm not complaining.. BUT IT HURTS LIKE HELL all those bruises and cuts.. I usually pass out when he's finished.. But he gives me a place to live. So why am I complaining? I'm so ungrateful. I hate myself.
I stood in the art room. I picked up a brush, dipped it in the black paint and make an thick stripe in the middle of the canvas. So, that's me. A think, stupid, annoying and black stripe in the middle. Not that I’m fat or something. Oh no, I was becoming really thin since Steve started punishing me. I’m just selfish. That's why I’m thick.
I made another stripe. A pink one. Light pink. A thin, cute, fragile stripe, right next to me. Levi.
That's it. Just us. Us two, in this big, white world. Alone.
I sighed, put down my brush and walked back to my room. I opened my laptop. I went online on Facebook and just liked some things and stuff.. You know, the things you do on Facebook, until I saw a drawing contest, grand price: front-row tickets for a One Direction concert.
I looked at my laptop for a while, thinking if I should do it.. But then again, why not? So I scanned in a random drawing from a few years ago that was just lying next to me at the moment and sent it in. Apart from my drawing, I had to give them my name, my address, my phone number and other things like that.
A few weeks later, I received an e-mail, saying:
Dear Paige,
Thank you for entering our drawing contest!
I'm sending this e-mail to inform you that you won! Your drawing was the best out of six thousand other ones. Congratulations!
You have won one front-row ticket for One Directions following concert! A chauffeur will pick you up at your home that evening, and bring you back home when the concert has finished.
Have fun!
Yours sincerely,
Hannah Adams.
I screamed a little and did a happy dance. WOOHOOO! I WON! This is so cool! I can't wait until the concert: next week..
I closed my laptop and went to bed, it was very late already. I fell asleep instantly, dreaming about the boys..
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DON'T HATE ME!!!!! I know it's been FAR TOO LONG and I know it's FAR TOO SHORT but please don't kill me...
I'll upload another one in the weekend and then I won't upload for a week.. So again: DON'T KILL ME, I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE ily
