Nightmare
I do not own Twilight.
The wind whipped my hair into my face, as I headed back home. I dreaded the shouting that followed my arrival. How did my life end up like this? Why did everything have to go wrong? Firstly, I woke up late for school; which meant that I didn't make my parents breakfast, which meant another beating. I had to take my limited supply of make up to school, so that I could hide the bruises that began to form on my face. I had missed most of my first lesson english class, so I headed to Science. I turned up at the room, which was empty. Thankfully. I needed to check my ribs, they felt broken. I peeled back my school shirt and it didn't look good, one of my ribs was jutting out, stretching the skin over the bone. What was I going to do? The hospital would no doubt contact them. The bell rang, making me jump, a searing pain, made me almost scream. I had a lot of practice with keeping quiet; it only made them angrier when I showed weakness.
Pupils started to make their way to their assigned seats. I pulled out my books from my tattered bag, and set about blending in. I couldn't't handle the attention today. I watched the clock, barely blinking; praying that time would speed up. I could feel the eyes of all my classmates staring at me curiously. Beads of sweat ran down my neck. I turned my attention to the teacher, she was red faced and angry; all her anger was aimed at me. Oh no! What had I done now? She raised her voice, "Come back after school, I need to speak with you." My heart plummeted, the pain was excruciating, I couldn't take another beating. I was physically and mentally drained. Picking up my bag, I stormed out of the classroom, I needed to get away from the pity filled eyes. From my life.
I made a promise with myself, as I headed home, that I would never be a victim again. My parent were at work, they wouldn't no that I had gone until I failed to turn up from school. They wouldn't be worried, they would just be furious that I hadn't made them dinner before I left.
Making my way upstairs, into the small bedroom, that was mine, and everyone else's. This room was referred to as the junk room, that's why I ended up in here. I was considered junk, no more useful than a book without words. I pulled out the biggest bag I could find, and loaded it with clothes, my toothbrush, the bare essentials that I though I would need for my new life. I was almost at my bedroom door when I remembered the small amount of money that I had stored away, deep in the furthest corner of an old set of drawers. If they had known about the money they would have took it from me. I was thankful that I had a job that paid fairly well, at a music shop a few miles away and that I kept it from them successfully.
I looked out of the window, it had the most beautiful view, this was the only thing that could keep me here. The lush green hills against the bright blue sky, empty of clouds, but with a airplane taking off from the nearest airport. I would give anything to be on that plane. I noted the time and walked out of the house, not bothering to look back. The bus stop wasn't that far away, I just hoped that the bus was due, the longer I stayed the less chance of me going. The bus pulled in and I climbed aboard. An image interrupted my dream, a big, muscle of a man with golden eyes.