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Despair and loneliness was all I felt. Nothing could take it away. Each day, I woke up, a weight on my chest. And then went to sleep, my soul ready to shatter. 10 years ago, my mother died, leaving me alone. I was 16 now but not a day went by when I didn't wish for her.
My father was disgusted by me, his hatred seeping into the hearts of my brothers, Sebastian and Jonathan. They abused me, taking their frustration and sorrow out onto me. Bruises littered my body, thankfully in places that were easily covered.
"Clarissa!" My father shouts, his voice hard and commanding. I flinch, and roll from my bed. My feet slip on the smooth wooden floors and I stumble down the stairs. My father is standing there, his black business suit crisp and contrasting with his stark white hair.
"Yes, sir?" I respond, my voice quiet and weak.
"Why is there dirt coating the foyer?" He demands to know. I think back to last night. I had come home and spent hours on school work before passing out. He steps closer, his fist closing down on my arm. My father pushes me down, causing me to hit my hip painfully on the stair.
"You belong to me, and you will follow my orders," he spits in my face before leaving the house.
Painfully, I draw myself to my feet and move back to my room. Papers are covering the floor, sketches of people adorning various pieces. Drawing was my own sanctuary, my escape. I shove my sketchbook into my backpack before getting dressed. I chose a cotton long sleeve shirt, the color of the sky. I also wear a pair of black skinny jeans with my combat boots. My hair is a fiery red and very noticeable so I wrap it up into a simple bun to contain it.
The house is quiet, signaling to me that both of my brothers have already left for practice. I take a deep breath and leave the house, baring myself for the day of horrors.