I closed my eyes and wiped my mouth. Why had I even eaten? I wasn't skinny enough. I wasn't even "cute". I was horrendous scarred with acne. I just wish I could have a chance to let my life end but no my dad was determined that I needed to keep the venom bloodline alive.
For the love of god how is that going to happen. He's better looking than me and my mom was a drunk off her ass whore. I look up at the mirror and instead of me I saw the boy I'd once been. A happy, cared for boy, who had friends and everyone adored. Then I finally saw myself. The acne, glasses, long shaggy black hair and pale skin. I wanted to break that mirror for showing me my past! I hate knowing that I changed. I was cursing my appearance when a teenage boy like me walks in.
"Hey? Why are you crying?" He asked. I didn't realize I was crying.
"Nothing just jumbled thoughts"
I wasn't telling him the complete truth but a bit left out wasn't horrible. It was the last bell when I started walking home. I'm so alone...
"HEY TAYLOR PIPSQUEAK C'MERE"
I swallowed hard and slunk over to Hendricks. When he finally stopped beating me I couldn't see straight. I collapsed right there.
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The Herosteve Chronicles: Book 1
FanfictionHerobrine finds himself being beaten up after the big reset. He's not liked at school and is thrown around until Steve comes along
