Prologue, pt 1.

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Ethan's POV:

I sat up in my bed, groaning from the pain caused by the bruises on my whole body. I went in the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. Pathetic. I thought to myself. 

I brushed my teeth and my hair and went downstairs for breakfast. The smell of alcohol stung my nose. I listened closely for any footsteps. They were gone, at least for now. 

I grabbed an apple and went back upstairs to change my clothes. I took off my shirt and looked at myself. I was so skinny that you could almost see my ribs. I sighed and went back to changing.
After lingering around in the house, it was time to go to school. I grabbed my backpack and my skateboard and off I was.

A wave of nervousness washed over me as I got off my skateboard and walked towards the school. 

I prayed that I would go unnoticed, but as always, I stood out because of my flower crown.
Sometimes I wish I was dead.

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