Chapter 1: The Day
My name is April Jaenette Mendez. I'm thirteen years old. I live in Chicago with my abusive family. I cut. My best friend Phil is the only person that knows. Me and my father just got into a fight last night.
Flashback
I was sitting in the living room watching TV until I heard the door opened. I prayed that my parents were to drunk to
notice me but they did. "AJ!" My father Josh yelled. I slowly turned to see him almost infront of me.
"Yes daddy?" I said low almost scared voice.
"Where have you been? Probably whoring yourself around." he sneered. I looked at myself. My hair was in a high bun, I had my glasses on and an even bigger sweater (That wasn't mine it's Phil's.).
"No daddy I've been a good just like you said to be."
"You little liar!" With that he slapped me. He called me names whore, slut, bitch and continued to slap my face. I didn't say a word but silent tears ran down my face. "Aaw are you going to cry like the worthless girl you are." He mocked than turned serious once again. "I'm going to give you something to about." he picked up my small frame from my neck almost choking me and before I knew it he threw me into the the moving ceiling fan.
"Please daddy no more." I choked out feel the red liquid go down my neck and stane Phils sweather. He laughed at me but let go of my now throbbing neck and walked in the room with my mother Anna. I grabbed my neck and ran to the bathroom. I locked the door and looked in the mirror. There was a huge gash in my neck but I didn't care, it felt good. I opened the cabinet and took out a small pair of scissors. I put it on my wrist and let my old cuts on my veins open once again. I sighed letting the cool feeling of my blood travel down my arm. I put the sleeve of my sweater back up not care about the stain and walked quickly to my room. I jumped on my bed and cried.
"Why can't you love me?" I whispered than going to a slumber.
Flashback Over
Now here I am walking to school in the now clean sweater that belongs to Phil. I had my black converse, blue jeans, and a shirt sleeved shirt that said 'Thats what she said.' and more importantly I had a bunch of bracelets on covering my cuts. My hair was in a Dutch braid covering the scar on my neck and my shoulder bag sagging a bit.
Once I was in school I went to my locker to see my second best friend Kaitlyn and my best friend Phil waiting for me. I faked smiled. "Hey guys, what's up?" I asked as I opened my lock and started grabbing my books from my locker.
"Nothing much I just wanted to tell you that Layla is having a party next week and she wanted to invite you." Kaitlyn said. I nodded but I still didnt make I contact. Kaitlyn smiled. "Good well I got to get to class. See ya." She wrapped her arms around my neck giving me a hug and I winced slightly. She than walked away going to class. I was about to walk away to until Punk grabbed her arm lightly. She turned to him letting him see how broken she looked.
"Show me." he said firmly. I moved my braid to the side letting him see the ugly scar on my neck. I winced when he put his fingers on it but he still examined it. He pulled up her sleeve and moved her bracelets to see the opened cut.
"Fuck AJ why do you keep do this?" he asked.
"It feels good. I'm sorry." he pulled me into a hug letting me cry into his chest while he stroked my hair.
"Dont worry Princess one day you will be safe from harm. I promise one day."
