Chapter 6: Memory

            I found myself quietly walking into the washroom. I was alone, so I was able to look at myself in the only full length mirror. My head swam with the sound of the mysterious boy's voice. "Angel" he called me, and "Beautiful."

            These were words I wasn't used to hearing. I was used to hearing "Ugly" and "Slut." My eyes filled with tears as I remembered what Jonathan had done to me whenever dad was away for business. The bruises I would get, the black eyes, the bloody noses. As scared as I was about living with strangers, it was better than dealing with Jonathan.

            Lifting up my shirt, I stared at the last bruise on my stomache. Then I looked at the entirety of me. I wasn't "beautiful". I was too short, and my hair was an ugly shade of light brown. The only part of my face that I liked was my hazel eyes. Sighing, I slipped back into Blink's bed, before anyone noticed I was missing. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew Spin was waking me up to go back to Van Wyck. I asked the guys to look for Dawn, then left.