Horrible First Day Chapter 1

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Aphmau's P.O.V

I woke up to a beer bottle thrown at my head, I looked up to see my father in front of my door. "Get up, you mistake!" My father says as he leaves the room, I get up and walk into the bathroom and do my morning routine. I look in the mirror to see that my forehead is bleeding a bit and there are some bits of glass in my hair, I carefully pick the pieces glass out of my hair and hop in the shower and freshen before heading to school. After about 10-15 minutes, I get out of the shower and clean the small cuts and bruises I received this morning and wrap them so they don't get infected. I quickly get dressed in a black crop top and blue jeans with some black converse. I grabbed my backpack and quietly went downstairs to see my father passed out on the couch. I grabbed a blanket and gently placed it on him and looked down at him with a saddened look. I head to the door and give him one last look before quickly leaving the house and starting to walk towards school. I pulled out my phone and put on my favorite song 'Last Resort' I looked at the time it was 5:30 am school starts at 6:45 am so I was around an hour early.

When I got to school, I headed straight for the music room before classes started and to try and avoid the bullies that terrorize me every day... I got to the music and went into one of the practice rooms I closed the door to the music room and sat on the floor with my back against the door and started singing a song that was called for the love of a daughter. (Start song now) 

Four years old

With my back to the door

All I could hear

Was the family war

Your selfish hands

Always expecting more

Am I your child?

Or just a charity award?

You have a hollowed-out heart, but it's heavy in your chest

I tried so hard to fight it, but it's hopeless

Hopeless

You're hopeless

Oh father, please, father

I'd love to leave you alone, but I can't let you go

Oh father, please, father

Put the bottle down for the love of a daughter

It's been five years

Since we've spoken last

And you can't take back

What we never had

Oh, I can be manipulated only so many times

Before even "I Love You" Starts to sound like a lie

You have a hollowed-out heart, but it's heavy in your chest

I tried so hard to fight it, but it's hopeless

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