A/N I DON'T OWN GLEE AND MY LAPTOP DOESN'T HAVE SPELL CHECK SO IGNOR THE GRAMMER MISTAKES! PLEASE REVIEW
I was alone. Or at least that's what my so called "father" says to me. I guess I was alone. Mentally of course. I had a great girlfriend, football, glee club, and some awsome friends. But even thogh I had all these amazing things I just felt...empty inside. It's like a huge swirling black hole exists in my soul that sucks up all the joy in my life. I was alone with nobody who truly cares for me and I know its true.
Then a voice brought me back to reality. A harsh cruel voice brought me back a harsh cruel reality. I was laying on our cold make shift floor of my bedroom completly naked. My back was in so much pain I felt like I was on fire. My legs was in pain as well and I felt my legs throb from pain.
"Get up you stupid, worthless peice of shit" My father spat at me. Literally. I stood up trying to mantain my balance. Lucky I didn't have to because he delivered a sharp kick to my chest. I think I heard a crack, but it could have just been my imagination. I fell backwards and, with my luck, landed on some loose nails. They dug into my back that just added to my pain.
"Wht don't you just go fucking die" Father said before leaving my room. I flinched as he slammed my door shut.
I didn't stand up. I was into much pain. I simply curled up into a tight ball and fell into an uneasy nightmare filled sleep.
(Next Day)
Beep! Beep! My alarm clock blared. I opened my eyes a bit and stood up slowly. I was so sore from sleeping on the floor and my leg and back still throbbed from last nights beating, so I limped over to my alarm clock. It read 6:00. Crap I'm late. As quickly as I could I opened my small dresser and pulled out some random clothes and changed into them. It hurt to put on my shirt because I'm s. I was in such a hurry I didn't care they didn't match. God if Kurt hadn't transfered then he probably lectured on the importance of matching or something like that. I won't lie, I miss him a bit.
I grabbed my bag and once again life proves it hates me because I didn't finish my homework. Between glee, Quinn, my dyslexia, the beatings, football, and everything else it's a miracle that I even remember I have school. Let alone homework.
I slowly walked, more like limped, through our kitchen. Father's loud heavy snoring was coming from his room. I breathed a sigh of relief and opened the front door. The cool air felt awsome on my face. School was one mile away, so I began my limp walk to school. I gritted my teeth the entire way there. But thanks to football I'm fast even when limping. It still burned like hell though. Like my life. My life is Hell. And it will never change. I'm positive.
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