RPOV
I walked through the halls of my school. So much noise filled my ears and every time someone yelled, I winced back and sped up my pace. I stuffed my hands into my jacket, which were several sizes larger than what I was. That is what a majority of my clothing looked like on me. People at school sometimes said I was fat, but in reality I had a very good body figure, but the clothes covered some scars and bruises that were in the process of healing.
I took my time coming home, well to my apartment. It never felt like home. Home is warm, inviting and full of people you love. My apartment is not even close to home and it never will be. I lived at an apartment building not far from the school. I lived with my mom and dad. They never did get married. My mom worked as a part-time secretary and my dad managed to bring money into the house.
My mom and I's relationship was strong when I was little, but I soon lost faith and trust in her and became dependent of myself. My dad never loved me and my mom never gave me enough so people at school thought I was emo or rude or a bitch. Sometimes I do feel that way, but for a girl that was never taught how to love, you can see why. I never looked for love and I don't plan on it. I did just fine by myself and I was counting the slow dreadful days until I turn 18 years old.
I'm 15 now and I'm almost 16. I had friends, but once the bruises came, the chances of being social were out. I remember my best friend, Ty Blue. He was so fun and so caring. I had a crush on him when I was little, but now that is gone. His mom still talks to me sometimes. She was way better than my mom and I looked up to her. I think I have a few classes with Ty, but it's not like he ever notices me. I climbed the steps to my apartment building and I felt someone's eyes on me. I turned my head and saw Ty turn the other way quickly. I narrowed my eyes and continued into the building.
I got into the apartment to see my father on the couch with my mom. My mom's tired eyes soon met mine. "Hi Raven."
I clenched my fists and stormed off to my room. I hated my mom and my dad. I fought to keep the tears away. I just lie on my bed and read the book I was required to do a report on.
I soon smelled food come from the kitchen. I resisted the urge to go get any. If my dad weren't here, then I would. The only reason I hate my mom, is because she is supposed to be my mother, protecting me, loving me. Instead she let my father hurt me and her. Because of it I am robbed of my innocence, I have shut down from the world and sometimes I think that it would be better for me to just let go and leave this world.
I know she knows this. She let my own father neglect, abuse, and rape me. He only rapes me because she offered me to him to save herself. My dad is a drug dealer and she gets her drugs from him. To pay off for the drugs, she offers me. I'm disgusted by the both of them. I tried running away, telling people, but it never worked. The only person I turned to was Mrs. Blue, but she knew that we would both be in some serious trouble if we did.
I changed into my pajamas and wrapped myself under the covers tightly. I shivered under the covers as a tear slid down my sheet. I was half asleep when I heard my door open and someone's rough breath behind me. I squeezed my eyes and hoped for this nightmare to be over.
TPOV
God, I think she caught me staring at her. I must be pathetic. I used to be friends with her years ago and now I'm staring at her when she walks by me. I haven't talked to her and she never bothered talking to me. She has been so isolated and quiet. I can't help but notice only her in the classes that we have together. I had a crush on her and I don't think it ever dies down.
She used to be my best friend. I knew she didn't like her parents, but I never knew why. She may have dark circles under her eyes and look so exhausted and drained. She may wear baggy clothes and has shut down from the world, but she is still the most beautiful person I have seen.
"DUDE!" exclaimed Deuce.
I jumped and glared at him. "What?"
"I lost you after you were staring at that girl."
I blushed. "I wasn't staring."
"You were until she caught you. Doesn't she go to our school? You should talk to her."
"I used to, but I don't anymore, she shut herself out."
"Then why don't you try and help her open up again?"
