I awake with a start. I had that dream again. Or should I say nightmare. I listen quietly for a few seconds… good they're still asleep. I quickly get dressed in my usual attire. It consists of a black tee, skinny jeans, my ratted up chucks and a black hoodie. I decided to leave my hair out of my usual ponytail. It had grown really long so I could hide behind it now. I tiptoed down the stairs and walked to the kitchen. I know even before I opened the fridge door that there would be nothing. There usually isn't anything besides beer, but there isn't even any of that left. They must have drunken it all last night. I sigh and close the door. I guess this is yet another day without food. I grab my back-Pac off the dinning room chair and left this crappy house. I walk to the bus stop and await the arrival of the school bus. My foster parents are always to hung over to drive me to school. But I'd rather take hung-over over drunk any day. At least then they weren't awake to yell at me.

Flashback

I opened the door to the house. "Hey, I'm home" I called out to the seemingly empty house. "Issaabbeellllaa" a slurred voice called out. "is that you?" The person behind the voice became visible through the kitchen entrance. It was Thomas , my foster dad. "I knew it was you Issaabbeellllaa! Now come here and get me a beer." when I showed no movement his face turned angry. He stormed over to where I was standing and roughly grabbed my arm. "WHEN I TELL YOU TO DO SOMETHING, YOU DO IT!" He gripped tighter. "But you were standing right next to the fridge!"

That's when I made my mistake.

He hit me and kicked me until I passed out. When I woke up everything was quiet and all the lights were turned off. I got up as quietly as I possibly could without crying out in pain. I was hurting every where and I could barely stand. But I eventually mad it up stairs and into my room. That's when I first started getting abused. I was only 8.

The bus finally arrived. I got on and made my way to my usual spot in the back. There were a good 3 rows between me and everyone else. They all thought I was some anti-social freak and stayed out of my way. I was used to being alone anyways so it didn't matter much to me if I didn't have any friends. But there was still a small part of me that was envious of them. They all belonged with their groups whilst I didn't fit in. And no matter how small that part of me was, it was always there mocking me. I plugged in my earphones and cancelled out all of the noise. I closed my eyes and mentally prepared myself for another hell-filled day at forks high school