Stained Glass Eyes And Colorful Tears (A Pierce The Veil FanFiction!)

I'm Low On Gas And You Need A Jacket

The brisk wind coming from my open window is the only thing keeping me awake at this point. I should be dead, really. Another beating and another slitting of my wrists should've sent me into a slow demise until I wouldn't be alive anymore.

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"You think I'm letting you get away this time?" Her alcohol breath hit me like a ton of bricks. She was hovered over me, and her fists were taking a liking to my, now, defenseless body. We had never had a good relationship, my mother and I. After my dad left us, she's blamed everything on me. Including why he left us. To her, he didn't want a whore of a daughter and decided to abandon us. That was when I was 13- 2 years ago next month.

She has been drinking her days away and when I get home from school, she deliberately beats me until I can't stand on my 2 feet. Perfect example, tonight. About an hour ago actually. 

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"Leave me alone!" I pleaded. She wasn't much larger than me, but I was curled up in a ball not able to defend myself against her drunken punches. 

"Shut your mouth." And after those 3 words, she let me have it. 

| Now, I'm no doctor, but I'm sure there's blood circulating in your mouth somehow. But after that blow to the jaw, any blood in mouth was now trickling down my chin.| She had spit on me, snatched her purse from beside the staircase and slammed the front door- leaving me to sob and die on our living room floor.

I slowly sat up, wiping the tears from my tender and most likely bruised face. I stood up and dragged myself up the stairs supporting myself with the railing. I got to my room, shut, then locked the door. I knew she shouldn't be home until probably the wee hours of tomorrow morning, but I always felt more safe with the door locked. Made me feel more secure. I made my way to my mirror and grabbed the razor from the jewelry box my dad had given to me on my 10th birthday. I sat on my bed and gazed out into the night through the window for awhile. Wondering if something out there would really comfort me after living a life like this.

I snapped out of my thoughts, and began making short little lines across my wrists with my razor. The same one I've used since April 24th, 2007- the day after my dad left. The sting I get from the cuts on my wrist distract me from the pain of my bruises and cuts I get from my mother. When I started to bleed profusely, I knew it was time to stop and clean myself up. But at that point, everything was a blur. I couldn't distinguish my eyes being closed from my eyes being open. The only thing I could clearly see was the moon light coming from my window. Tears streaming down my face, I start to fall asleep. 

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(A/N) 

Hai everyone c: This is my first Wattpad story and hope to be pleasing your fanfiction needs :3 This is my character Cassandra, but some of the character's I have plans to be using are mostly band members from bands we all know and love, and possibly some that I may create along the way.  

I hope enjoy! I like how this has started so I promise to update frequently. And if not, I'll let you know why. See ya! 

-SmokeMethHailPandas