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September 15th

It's four am, the strength just came over me, making me able to pull my body off of the floor from the pool of my own fresh blood. He left me there at around two am; he passed out. Drunken trash. I haven't slept and that is clear from the bags, dark as night that reside under my now dull eyes. I look lifeless.

I squeeze my eye lids tightly shut from my current spot by the window in my room, or prison. To me its more like a prison, decorated with a fluffy pillow or two, all it really is missing is the iron bars. I let the flash back over come my bruised body, for it is stronger then I am.



Flash back….

"Where were you!?" my drunken father demanded as Miley walked into her house.

"School." her answer was sharp, short, and acute. She was trembling, but it was only visible under a microscope.

"School!" he spat, actual spit coming out of his mouth, he chuckled dryly. "you're too much of a dumb slut to go to school!" He shouted, shaper then Miley's original reply.

She braced herself as his hand wound up. His fist connected directly with her face, HARD.

The hits continued, sharper, harder, more aggressive, It was unending. Miley was bleeding head to toe, but that's not where her dad stopped. He dragged her by the hair on her head into the bathroom. He ripped at her hair, pulling it upwards.

"AHHH!" she screamed, by the look in her eyes, you could tell she regretted it.

"Shut up you good for nothing gold digging whore!" he said slapping her so hard that the sound could be heard from any ware in the house. Miley flinched, tears pricked her eyes, but she willed with all of her might for them not to fall. She was determined, it was clear in her eyes, she wasn't letting him see her break.

"STAND UP!" His voice boomed, as he ripped at her hair once again. This time she didn't make a sound. She bit her lip instead, her teeth clamped down so hard of her lip that blood started to pour from her mouth.

She did as told, with all of her strength she stood. "HOLD ONTO THE TOWLE RACK!" he slurred, aggressively placing her fragile hands down onto the silver towel rack. She stood there, dead silent. In her head she prayed for her own survival.

Behind Miley, her dad ran cold water over a towel, then twisted it as tight as it could go. He walked over to Miley, ripped off her shirt and then started slapping her back with the towel as hard as he could.

The sound of wet cloth connecting with skin rung through the house until later that night, He passed out in the door way of the bathroom. The girl left in her own crimson blood.

End of flash back…



By the time the thoughts left my head I am shaking. My tears fall, in graving themselves onto the paper beneath me. I stay still for a minute, letting the fear go dormant.

The fear is only asleep, it will come back. maybe when I pass his intoxicated, unconscious body, or maybe with the horrors of another flash back. What ever it is, I know that no matter how much I am expecting it, I'll never be ready.

Two hours have passed, it's six am. The sun starts to rise over the horizon. It paints colors, yellow, pink, purple, but I see gray.

Gray has been the color of my life for about four months now, the day I became completely alone. The day my mom left. Sure it was a long time coming, things like that just don't happen, the build up.

They start as a crack, too little to be detected, then with each fight, each scream, each tear, it grows. Now it is a much larger crack, a divider. It takes a person to break it off completely, and she did just that.

That my friends is why it is called separation.



My alarm clock flashed, it didn't ring, there was no point, I'm always up anyway. I haven't slept in, well I cant remember how long. As I said, the fear is stronger, I am vulnerable when asleep. I am unaware, and being unaware is simply a death wish for me.

Also I hate the thought of not being able to pull myself out of a dream. if it was to get too intense, too, well scary, I'd be stuck. That was not only a hard thing to process, but it was also deathly frightening.



Miley lifter her self off of the window seat. She flinched with every step she took as she made her way over to her bathroom. She slowly moved her aching arm to the door knob and twisted it, pain surging through her body, but she didn't cower. She slowly walked into the bathroom, and slipped out of her blood stained outfit, she then examined her bruises.

Her arms didn't even look like arms anymore, they looked like black and blue twigs oddly place. Her legs were bruised from the knee cap down, and her knee caps were swollen to the size of softballs. Her back had huge white welts all over it, it was enough to make some one scream out in pain just by looking at it, but Miley stayed quiet. Her stomach was covered in the usual black a blue fist marks, but her face was the worse. She had two black eyes, that luckily didn't swell too much. Her right cheek had a black and blue handprint engraved on it, while her left cheek was just red. Some small chunks of her hair was missing, along with dried blood every where.

"Another day…." Miley whispered as she got into the shower and let the hot water take over her soul.

Hot steam filled the room as Miley stepped out of the shower, she encircled herself in a towel and moved to her closet. She picked out a long sleeved gray shirt with holes to slide your thumbs into, a white light weight t-shirt to go over that and a pair of old worn out jeans. It covered all body bruises perfectly.

Next Miley made her way over to her makeup counter. She dumped pounds and pounds of make up onto her face until she look as close to normal as she was going to get.

She walked over to the mirror in her room and once again whispered, "Another day…."



Once again I used my arm to prop my notebook up as my feet padded the sidewalk. My walk to school had me in pure agony. With each step I took I felt like I wanted to cry. But there was no time for tears, I had to stay strong.

Armed with an Oscar worthy fake smile and my trusty gray shirt, I wish I could say I was ready.



A/n: ok so I'm ending it there, sorry it's short but next chapter is really important especially to all of those Niley fans out there XD

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