Chapter 2 ~ Ghost ~
My eyes shoot open to the sound of smashing glass. I sigh and feel my eyes start to get teary, it's been like this every morning since I was 6 years old.
My dad, the depressed alcholic, coming home late at night or early in the morning after getting wasted. He couldn't handle my mothers death anymore and he blamed me. I always agreed with him though; it is and always will be my fault.
However, unlike my father I didn't drink to get rid of my sorrows, I distracted myself. Always reading, always cleaning, that's how I lost my friends. I was and still am always too busy, never having time for them. As you can probably tell, i'm not the most positive person, the only reason I haven't self harmed or committed suicide is because I couldn't waste my life.
Mum woudn't want me to waste the precious life she gave me, and the one she gave away. As for dad, he's the only family i've got. I have to help him, I'll cook, clean and i'll never let go of him, no matter what he does to me.
I stay in bed for a couple of hours, waiting for him to sleep so he doesn't hit me. I know i'm going to be late for college, but i'd rather go late than have a teacher see me with bruises.
Two hours later, I finally leave the house, wearing my baggy jeans, an old shirt, a jacket, muddy boots and a hat that tucks in my long, straight brown hair and brings a dark shadow over my face.
I want the least amount of attention anywhere I go. I walk to college, which takes up to half an hour, I enter the English room and i'm not surprised when people don't notice me- not even the teacher. I'm treated like a ghost.
I've noticed that I haven't told you anyone's name so far. It's second nature to me, to keep to myself. The more you know about me, the more you're going to get hurt, i'm a jinx.
After the lesson ends, i've got a free lesson. I head to the library, and start revising for my tests, I want a good future, so I can earn money for dad and me, I already work two jobs; even though dad spends most of the money in the pub. I still can't help but give him the money.
I hear a voice i've never recognised before speaking to the librarian. I glance up and look at the man infront of me, he is what the other girls would class as a 'fit', his tight shirt perfectly show cased his toned stomach and abs, dark brown hair that was covering his face a little. He looked like perfection, but I had seen 'perfection' so many times, and never once has perfection so much as glanced at me...
Until today.
Emerald green eyes captured my dull brown eyes, I was entranced by his beauty. Mesmerised in a world of our own, we just stared at each other, until the librarian stole his attention from me. I need to mind my business and stay away from this boy as I did to all the other people. I don't know why, but I felt a need to take one more look at him, to soak his beauty up one last time. Before he left the library, I saw the quick head turn he did from my direction. Whatever happened to me being a ghost?
