I'm waking home from the bus stop. No one around well of course I am the only one on that bus stop. Alone. I am always alone I don't have friends. I am not an only child but my brother is a soldier in the us war, and I am left here. My mom doesn't dare to have another child. That's how much she hates me. I have long black hair that goes down to my waist. My eyes have no color, no wonder no one likes me. And my name is Dream Underhill. My brother is tall brown hair and has hazel eyes his name is Owen Underhill. He's perfect unlike me. He is perfect in every way im not, no one cares a bout me, no one.

"I said panting." The bus stop is about two miles from my house. I run every day. I can't wait to get home I thought running still. As I walked in the door my mom was yelling at my dad as usual they always fight there is nothing new.

I'm in the bathroom laying on the floor. Cutting myself. I always cut myself when Im alone. My mom walked in and noticed me but didn't care. She just took a piss like I wasn't there. I ran in my room when my mother was done. I have scars all over my body. They hurt but I didn't give a shit. Like I really care. My room is blood red with a lot of black. My room is clean it's always clean or I will get kicked out. I have gotten kicked out when I was 5 I lived on the streets in tell my mom came crawling back to me. Now I'm 16. My mom was thinking about sending me with my brother. Then she changed her mind. Its now six in the morning my alarm went off in tell I threw it at the wall. I got up took a shower brushed my hair, and my teeth, got dressed, got my shoes on and started to head for the bus stop. I got on and every one looked at me like I was stupid. Some kid tripped me. And I got a bloody nose and a soar leg. We drove into the drive way of the school. As I got off another kid tripped me. And I fell. I bummed my head and got knocked out for a couple of seconds. When I got up the bell rang and I was late like usual. I went to my locker to put my books up and get my science book. I closed my locker and there was the school bully.

"Ah crap" I said the bully got me to the ground. And said never mind and brought me to the janitor's closet and raped me till I got a broom and knocked the shit out of him. I wasn't about to give up. I got dressed and started to walk home. It was about thirty below zero. Trust me it is fucking cold here in the winter.

I got home at six and I was all beat up. I walked in my room every thing was packed up like it was when we just moved in.

"Mom what the hell why the hell is every thing packed up?" I said stupidly.

"You're going up with your brother." My mom said.

"Oh my god really!" I said screaming in excitement.

"Yes really didn't I just say that?" she said back.

"Well yes but Im just so exited."

"You're going tomorrow"

I laid on my bed fucking excited to go up and see my brother I haven't seen in years.

I woke up the in the morning with the sweet smell of waffles and cinnamon rolls. I hop up took a shower and brushed my hair to the side. Got dressed went to the kitchen and started to eat. The waffles were disgusting and the cinnamon rolls weren't much better trust me. I went back to my bathroom and brushed my teeth for about a minute or two. I walked out of the house yelling I love u to my mom. She didn't reply like usual. Neither does my dad (well sometimes)