A/N: Hello peoples, on impulse I started this story. I also have another story I haven't posted yet, it's on my mom's computer so it's going to be a bit until I get around to move the documents to mine. Anyway, outfits are on Polyvore along with character pictures.

Corina stood facing her mirror, newly white hair caused her skin and eyes to appear paler. Her cotton blue eyes looked more grey than blue today. Her nose was newly pierced, a stud was now on both sides. "You look hot" her friend blatantly remarked.

"I guess. I mean, I look less plain. Or more plain. I can't tell. I do like it though." Her friend, Marley ran her fingers through her friends' soft and wavy hair. "Thank you."

"No problem, I'm gonna head out before your parents get home and start screaming." With that she grabbed her school bag and walked out of her room. How lucky she was.

With a sigh Corina plopped down onto her bed, her parents should be home any minute. She wished she could just leave like Marley did but this was her home, she couldn't leave. A bitter yet sad smile tugged at her pale pink lips, her home. This was no home, it was her jail cell.

Her parents were home mere minutes before they had started fighting, things were being thrown, and she was being called down.

With quick steps she now stood in the entryway of the living room. "Yes?" she steadied her voice and looked at her father.

"You should have come home with me" Marley frowned, her features sagging slightly as she looked at the pale and bruised girl before her.

"It would have been worse if I did."

"Why don't your sisters ever step in? I don't understand, if I was them then I wouldn't let him do this."

"Why would they want the beatings? They try to stay out of our fathers' drunken vision." As she spoke a tall boy ran up to them, wrapping an arm around both of their waists, Corina winced.

"Be careful, it was a rough night." Marley snapped, he was silent but retracted his arms. Throughout the day Corina had to deal with stares, no one ever said anything though. She didn't even bother to cover the bruises that littered her arms, the finger prints around her wrist, the black eye. People always found out anyway, why try anymore?

Teachers looked at her with pity, some students did while others looked at her with disgust. It didn't matter to her though, they were nothing to her just like she was to them.

Hours later she laid in her bed, her phone occasionally going off from Marley and Blake, the tall boy. He had a crush on Marley. She wondered what it was like to only worry about impressing your crush or homecoming or something that now seemed so trivial. Instead she worried about her father, worried about he was capable of, and what he was going to do next.

Corina was the middle child, she had an older sister and a younger sister. She'd never let her father hurt them so why did they let him hurt her? Although he never tried to hurt them, maybe once or twice he had lashed out when she wasn't home but the main focus of his rage was her and her mother. Her mother was weak and she didn't understand how she was still alive. She starved herself and self-mutilation was the one thing she thought she did right. Corina didn't know that though.

Her mother's name was Cadence, her mother's father was John Darling whose sister is Wendy Darling. After Wendy's daughter Jane was kidnapped she never had another child and didn't leave their house in London. Corina and her broken family had left London fall of last year, things went downhill after that. John Darling was no longer there to keep her father, Jonathan, in line.

The same time every day her father would come home, if he was drunk then he'd go after her mother first then her. But thankfully it was Wednesday, his favorite bar was closed today. He would come home buzzed from beer, he wouldn't be as cruel as usual.

"Honey?" it was her mother, she nearly leapt off her bed at the opening of her door. Her father would barge in sometimes, wielding a belt or other object. "It's just me" she quickly assured her daughter, "I was wondering if you'd run to the store for me, your father is out of beer. I'll give you a list of everything." Her voice was once soft, beautiful. But now it was hoarse and full of fear, cautious as if talking to a bear.

"Of course" she slipped her shoes on and threw her bag over her shoulder, her mother scribbled down a list and handed her the money. "I'll be quick" she had to be, if her father came home and a cold beer wasn't waiting for him then she'd surely get it.

She jogged down the stairs and out of the front door, the store was about two miles away and she had to jog if she wanted to make it there and back before he came home.

Her mother's writing was barely legible, her hands tremble more than they did a year ago. Corina made out several things, milk, lettuce, yogurt, chicken, soup, and beer. Beer was the most difficult, it was smudged by a small wet spot. Her mother had started crying. Her shoulders slumped and she stopped jogging as she figured it out. "Oh, mum…"

*Corina p.o.v

Wait…I swear I had saw milk in the fridge…and I had nibbled on a piece of lettuce just moments after getting home. Maybe she had written the wrong things. I turned and ran back home, a pain in my gut brought an ominous dark cloud over me. Something was wrong. Did dad get home early? Oh please let me be wrong, if there is any good in this world please let her be okay.

Only a few minutes passed before I burst through the door, the house was quiet just like when she left. It was never quiet when he was home. I walked into the kitchen and swung open the fridge, everything on the list was in the fridge. Why would she send me to the store then?

"Mum?" I called while I walked up the stairs, she usually hid in her room until he came home and as far as I could tell he wasn't just yet. "Mum are you okay?" panic raced through me, something was wrong but what could it be? Her father wasn't home.

I pushed open the door to her room, I knew what was wrong now. Everything was cold, everything was so cold. I felt tears slip down my cheeks, I heard screams before I felt them ripping at my throat.

A rope was strung around her neck, her eyes held nothing and dried tears streaked her cheeks. Her sister came running, was she home the whole time? Her gasp seemed too loud, it hurt my head. My knees hurt, when did I fall onto them?

I heard Jasmine speaking to someone in the next room, it was frantic, and it was about their mother. Paislee wrapped her arms around me, I could feel her body shaking as she sobbed. I should be comforting her, she was my little sister. But all I could do was stare, she was still and pale. So pale. Why would she leave them?