Chapter Two
The next morning I awoke as the early morning sun began to peak through the kitchen window, sheding slants of light into my corner.
I stiffly got up off the floor and quietly crept through the living room, where both of my parents were passed out drunk; up the staircase, and into my room. I quickly locked the door and leaned aginst it, sliding down to the hardwood floor.
The air in my room was cool aginst my newly bruised arms and legs. Somehow, the blue paint on my walls made the room more chilled an d depressing.
Getting up, I walked over to the window and stared out at the sunrise, now peaking over the homes across the street.
With a sigh, I walked over to my unmade bed and plopped down to finish my math homework. My left hand shook as I finished and inspected my black painted finger nails.
I packed my school bag and looked over at the alarmclock on my dresser. Six a.m. Time to get ready for another lonely day at school.
After a quick warm shower, I slid on my skinney jeans, threw on a Bring Me The Horizion t-shirt, tied my converse shoes, and shouldered my messenger bag; slowly and quietly creeping back down the stairs, grabbing a black hoodie off the rack to hide my now visibly bruised arms.
School blurred by quickly. It was the same old schedual everyday: science, history, Algebra, lunch, english, Economics, and art.
The school bell announced the day was over just as Mr. Wells, the art teacher, took his seat to allow us the rest of the class period to do as we wished. A heard of students rushed to the door with me at the very end of the line to leave.
The walk home was normal. It began to rain and I pulled up the hood of my jacket as a car full of my class mates drove by, slowing down to shout insults at me.
"Emo freak!" called someone.
Yes, I've heard it before. I just downcast my eyes and kept walking. The name had become normal to me, so I ignored it and made my way to the hell hole I called home.