Hey guys! I am really excited to start writing again! I hope you love this story. It takes place during sophomore year of high school.
I know that there are a lot of stories like this but this one is unique, I promise! I got my inspiration from some other stories that are similar.
This is the intro…….
The Blues
Brooke sat in her dark, gloomy closet with tears running down her face. It was basically the nightly routine around her house, whether she was home late or not. Sometimes, she wouldn't even come home. She was too afraid. Too afraid to be alone. Too afraid to be in a room without a lock on the door.
It only happened when "it" supposedly had a bad day, which seemed like everyday. She called this person an "it" now because she knew that no real human being could act this way to ANY person.
All of this started when her parents got a divorce two years ago. She had been hiding everything for that long. Two years of her life that she could never get back. It wasn't like it was hard enough just to be herself in the first place. The last thing she needed was to be hiding things.
Every night in the closet, she would keep thinking to herself that she would rather die than put up with this everyday and that she had nothing to live for. But than she would look down in her hands and see the picture of her and her boyfriend. He was the kindest person she had ever met. Sure he has flaws, but everyone does. She would also look out the keyhole and see pictures of her and her friends. That always brought a smile to her face, especially the one of her and her best friend Peyton. But then right next to those pictures were the ones of her family. She would eventually get up enough strength to get out of the closet and tear them apart.
Later on, after "it" gave her the guilt trip (also calling her names like bitch, whore, fat, and ugly) and went on and on about how they were family and she shouldn't treat family that way, Brooke would yell back saying that if they were family, she wouldn't be treated the way she was. That always got her into trouble. You might think that she brings it on herself, but she doesn't. She would then be sent to her room with out being able to come down stairs until the next day. All Brooke would have to eat or drink was a bottle of water because "it" would check her room for stashed food. No wonder she was so skinny.
After feeling guilty, Brooke would tape the pictures back together. She would then lie down and try to get to sleep, but that was just wishful thinking.
Please R&R guys! The reviews are always inspirational! I hope you like it so far!