The Face Of A Survivor

Moving Face

This was the day my life changed forever. Forget those old ragged clothes, bad hygiene, and bruises. My life is way better than that. I finally moved out on my 17th birthday, to this little town called Forks, the state was Washington. There was some crazy stories about this place. Don't worry, everyone is human. A new store was built here from a huge movie franchise that was published about 15 years ago, called Twilight. To be honest, I loved it, and still do. I chose this place for a few reasons. One, my parents couldn't find me here. The second reason, it was peaceful overall. I got a little cabin to live in for now. That's until I can afford a real place. I was going to be going to the new Highschool, getting my education when I can.

In a few days I'll be starting school, with a lot of different people to get to know. Hopefully, nothing bad happens. While I waited for that day to come, I walked around town to get familiar with the place. So, I went to the store to get some food, stopped by a few more shops. When I was on my way home, I seen a few people starring at me. All I could do was do a polite wave to them as I walked by. Though, a little girl came to me, and gave me a small and gentle hug, so that made me feel welcomed to Forks. When I was able to walk again, I went to the little cabin I was renting out for a small period of time till I save enough money for a real house. But this was no ordinary cabin, nor was it just me alone. This cabin was in middle of the woods, a small path that leads past the Cullen house, and into a little 2nd meadow area. I had a room-mate with me, so hopefully things don't happen to be horrible in this time. 

I opened the cabin door with a hand full of groceries, and all I got, was a simple "Hey!" from my room-mate! I come in with a handful and armful of groceries, clearly struggling, it means to help me! Not stand there and start a casual conversation! Whatever, I went to the kitchen without a word, and began to put everything up in the designated cabinets, refrigerator, or if they have to be laid out on the counters. When that was done, I quickly went to the rooms, and began to unpack my stuff, putting them in my own closet by my bed. All I could think at this point was, 'What is my parents find me?', 'What if I don't want to leave this little town in the future...', and 'What will others think of me when I go somewhere looking like I'm actually very poor'. Those kept filling my head to the brim, not only that, but words my parents would call me. I honestly don't like telling people my issues of my life, due to me not wanting people to feel sorry for what my parents did. My parents should be the ones apologizing, not innocent people that I told my life story too because they don't know fully on what my parents did to me because the weren't there to witness it. 

Anyways, The cabin room was goo enough, gives some rustic feels which seems nice in a way. The thought of seeing myself in the mirror was not happening. That's only because I knew what my body looked like, and trust me, it wasn't good. When I was putting my stuff up, a loud knock was coming from my bedroom door. I turned around to see a male figure with dark brown hair and fair skin approaching me. All I did was do a slight angered expression, my eye brows furrowing together. 

"May I help you...?" I asked with an angered tone of voice, but still gentle. I got no reply, in fact, all I got was a simple nod before the male went away from the door. What else was I supposed to do after what he did to me?! He literally stood at the door, in my way when I brought food in, and now he wants to pester me about things. I could already tell he was going to end up being one of them obnoxious boys that only play video games all day, and only come to you for food, or be one of those boys that are remissness and uninviting boys that eat constantly. If he was, then I'll be putting up some rules in the room, right where he could see them to make him remember. In fact, I'll do that right now. For this, I made if fancy, neat, but readable. It was going to be bold, most of it in a certain color to remind him with a color key on the side of the paper. I'll explain it to him too. If he has a fit, then I'll be his mother because he shouldn't be disrespectful. This was like how my childhood was with my parents. Dirtied up dishes everywhere you turned around, the floor always covered in disgusting goop that you don't know what it was. I couldn't help it to where I would gag, and possibly vomit every time I looked at the house. This was during the beginning stage of them not being great parents. I was only 3, and looking at this stuff. Anyways, when I was done, I began to hang it up I the Livingroom, and this is where the male got confused on what I was doing.