Shattered Gold

Chapter 1

Some days I don't want to get up from the floor that I call my bed and most days I stay there until I hear the door shut from up stairs. I know both of my parents leave at the same time so I'm free until they come back.

I go to the broken mirror seeing a girl that has brown eyes having little to no life staring back at me. With brown shoulder length hair with some messing blotches that have been pulled out. I glance down at the clothes that I am wearing, they're all torn apart with dried blood and broken glass in the fabric. Not trying to look at my once normal colour skin but failing, it's all bruised. Colours it should never be, black, purple, red, orange, blue and even green. My skin disgusts me, that I didn't want to look at myself anymore.

Walking to the disgusting bathroom to have a shower, wishing it was cleaner. The walls have lots of holes, gross brown water dripping down slowly leaving water damage. Glass sticking out side of it, ready to cut me if I go anywhere near. I've tried to get it out so many times but there's just going to be more in the end. The floor has so much dried blood and glass that I always have to watch my step as I pass. Don't get me started on the toilet. I would love to clean it all up but they never give me cleaning supplies to clean my room, only for me to clean up stairs. I have stolen cleaning supplies to clean the bathroom but it's uncleanable now. Living in the basement since I was 2 and had to learn everything by myself is hard.

Let me introduce myself, I'm Maddy Youth. The girl no one knows that lives in this city, well expect my best friend Alex and under a different name when I sneak out. The girl that's only allowed outside of her house in the summer, always cleaning up after her parents, you get what I mean. But when I'm with Alex, she makes me feel like I belong in this world somehow, when I know that I don't. That's enough about me for now, I guess.

I went upstairs to start cleaning, so I can go back downstairs before they come home. My parents are pretty rich if I say so myself, but I know I can't have any of their money. They won't give me any anyway. That's fine, I have my own way to make money. It may be deadly, but I can do it.

I start to clean one of the many rooms they have in this house that I have to call home. It will never truly be my home, it's just a house that I have to live in. I picked up the cleaning supplies that they have left at the basement door. Washing all the windows first because I find that the hardest part about cleaning when there are so many in the first place.

After a few minutes into cleaning I started to get bored, so I decided to sing to myself a song that I knew. The song was called unwritten. I wouldn't say I'm a good singer by a long shot but I'm not the worst either. At least that's what I think, no one hears me sing.

🎵I am unwritten, can't read my mind

I'm undefined

I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand

Ending unplanned🎵

As I was humming along I didn't notice the door opening. I was still cleaning but almost done all the windows, the music helped me work faster. I started to dance a little bit when I heard something behind me.

I turned to look and found my father Kaeven looking at me with lust and furious.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Kaeven shrilled. He walks up behind me, grabbing my hips and thrusted into me. Making him want more, groaning he turns me around fast. I was about to fall, until he steady me on my feet. He pushed me up against the wall behind me and started to rip open my clothes. I knew what was going to happen right there and then, but I still didn't say anything. Like it was going to stop him anyways.

'Well there goes another pair of clothes ruined, not that I have much here,' I thought. My shirt is now in bits on the floor, leaving my upper half with just a bra. He starts to trail his disgusting hands down towards my pants, slowly pulling them down. He stares at me well doing this, like I'm gonna have fun with this too. I don't think so, I hate when he does this every time. I still don't make a noise or show any emotion on my face, so he can't tell what I'm thinking.