"You won't amount to anything in your life, you piece of shit"

I didn't even flinch hearing those words because I had grown accustomed to it and much worse. My supposedly 'father' was in one of his drunken states again and after hitting my mother, I was his next target. I had gotten used to being abused almost daily and no matter how much I wanted, I couldn't leave. I was only 17 at the moment and in my last year of high school. I hid in the attic, hoping he wouldn’t find me. Hoping I wouldn’t get beat up. Hoping I could avoid the pain..

In my 17years of life, I don't remember a single time when he was actually sober and played the role of being a 'dad' to me. After muffled crying, I finally fell asleep, still crouched, holding my knees to my chest.

The sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the window, waking me. My body ached from being in the tight space all night and I stretched a little to not be sore all day.

I finally left my cramped prison and went into the room to prepare for the day. As I glanced at the clock, I realized I was running late and began to speed up my routine. Of course a hoodie and trousers were the only things I wore - It hid the scars. I left rushing out the door with no time to do my hair, hoping using my fingers as a brush would substitute well enough. The school was a little walk away but I didn't mind it as seeing I had no money for the bus and it gave me thinking time.

When I entered the school, I immediately headed to maths which I had with my bestfriend - Blair. She had been my best friend ever since I first set foot in Clauadeth High, 5 years ago. She kept on trying to talk to me but I guess I was afraid of making friends and people finding about my home life. School was my safe haven. My escape. I never wanted those two to mix. However I had to give in since she was so persistent! I am glad I did tho, we’ve become inseparable ever since and she has been my rock.

She was the utter opposite of me, she had blonde hair with pink highlights and brown eyes. She stood at a height of five-three whereas I had a height of five-six. I had jet black hair with porcelain skin and blue eyes which people said changed colors depending on this emotion I was feeling. Today she was wearing a white tank top with ripped jeans and a cardigan. She looked fan-freaking-tastic. In my opinion, she could wear a damn garbage bag and still look like a goddess. She could have been the queen bee of our school except for the fact that she was lesbian and our school was full of homophobic idiots.

When she saw me enter the class, she frantically waved and I rushed over to her side and hugged her. I hate physical contact but yet yearn for it - never hugging anyone but Blair. When the class finally settled down, our teacher Mr. Michael started teaching something about geometry and stuff but I didn't pay much attention because I was busy thinking about my problems, my shitty excuses for parents, and why me? That was the question that keeps me up at night, why me?

After the math class, Blair and I headed down the hall and I ignored the snickers of the students as they liked to label me and Blair as the weirdo and the lesbian. As we were walking down the hallway, I bumped into a rock-hard wall but only when I looked up did I realize that it was actually a person I bumped into. As I managed to steady myself, my eyes finally fell on him.