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A/N: ENJOY CHAPTER 2!!!! Sorry it took so long to post this I have been really stressed for time. I've had Volleyball, soccer, school, homework, tennis, guitar, violin and a lot of other stuff. My schedule will clear up soon though.

Dawning of a New Life

By:

Nostariel

Chapter 2: Nowhere Kids

Malia's POV

"You have to be Fricken kiddin' me!" I was surprised by my choice of words.

"Excuse me!?" Said Mrs. Francis.

"There is no fricken way that I'm going to some gay ass school thousands of miles away! There is just no Fricken way!" I could feel the hot tears in my eyes.

"You are going! Now go back to class!" Shouted Mrs. Francis.

I left but before I did I picked up one of Mrs. Francis's glass statues and threw it at the wall.......I didn't want to go back to class, I just wanted to go anywhere where I wasn't surrounded by people. Where I could just hide from the world. I tried to walk down the hall but I couldn't I just collapsed to the ground and started to cry.

About ten minutes later I heard footsteps. I looked up and saw Ashley. She saw me and the tears. She ran over to me and knelt down.

"Malia what's wrong!" She said almost panic stricken since she had never seen me cry.

"I have to go." I said choken by my own tears.

"Go where?" Ashley said a bit calmer.

"Another School...In Europe" I said almost falling into sobs again.

Ashley just sat there looking dazed. I could see tears in her eyes. Before she could totally break down I said, "Mrs. Francis said I could bring someone with me. I would like to bring you, but I don't want you to have to give up everything you have here." What I said seemed to bring her back to Earth.

"No, I'll go. I wouldn't be able to live with myself knowing that I let you go by yourself." Ashley said. And she actually broke out a smile and a small laugh.

"Thank you, SOOO much! I owe you big!" I said hugging her.

"No problem. But you owe me a huge favor. Lets get back to class. Mr. Jensen's probably wondering where we are.

Once school was over I told Ashley I'd call her when I got more information. I was walking home, down my dumpy old street. The houses are small and falling apart. Boarded up windows, shingles from the roofs are falling off. You can hear people yelling at each other from inside their homes. But my house is always the loudest. Just about everyone on my block can hear my Dad yell. And now that I mention it I can hear him now. As I got closer he just got louder. I walked up the driveway and walked up to the door and went in. My Dad and my Mom were fighting in the living room. Dad saw me, he grabbed me around the throat and pinned me to the wall.

WHY THE HELL ARE YOU ENLISTING IN SCHOOLS WE CAN'T AFFORD!? HUH! ANSWER ME!" he screamed.

I couldn't speak. He was holding my throat to tight. I couldn't breath. My Mom ran up to us and started tugging on my Dad's arm.

"Stop!! Your killing her! Your killing her!" My Mom was sobbing.

My Dad finally let me go. I dropped to the floor gasping for air.

"I'm going out. And you filthy girl, if you ever enlist in another school like that or do anything that costs me money. I'll kill ya." With that my Dad kicked me in the ribs, grabbed his keys and left.

My Mom fell to the ground next to me and pulled me into a hug. "I'm so sorry Malia, I'm so sorry. I can't stop him." She was sobbing uncontrollably.

"It's okay Mom." My voice was raspy and quiet from being deprived of air.

My Mom got up and went to her room to cry some more. I was left alone, sitting on my living room floor. I was crying now I could feel the tears streaming down my face. I got up and went into the bathroom to wash the tears from my eyes. I looked into the mirror and my eyes were deep orbs of blue. There were two purple bruises forming on both sides of my neck.

"How am I going to keep this from my friends?" I said to myself.

After I washed my face I went to my room that I shared with my older sister. But she wasn't home, as usual. I put in the Evanescence cd to try and calm myself. My favorite song was on "Imaginary" so I sang along...

I linger in the doorway

of alarm clock screaming

monsters calling my name

let me stay

where the raindrops

as they're falling tell a story

In my field of paper flowers

and candy clouds of lullaby

I lie inside myself for hours

And watch my purple sky fly over me

Don't say I'm out of touch

With this rampant chaos- your reality

I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge

The nightmare I built my own world to escape

In my field of paper flowers

and candy clouds of lullaby

I lie inside myself for hours

and I watch my purple sky fly over me

Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming

Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights

Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming

The Goddess of imaginary light

When the song ended I heard the front door open. Zach must be home. I got up from my bed and left my room and went into the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator to look for something to eat. There was some spoiled milk, old cheese and some moldy bread. I guess I wont be eating tonight. I closed the refrigerator door and turned around and I saw a package of pot and a lighter on the counter. "What could it hurt I said to myself. I only need it for a little pick-me-up." I picked up some pot and rolled it into a piece of paper. I lit it and drew in some of the smoke. It felt so good. I could feel all of my problems slipping away.

"You know that stuff can kill you. Don't you?" Said Zach.

I turned around and rolled my eyes. "I'm surprised you actually care. I thought you would just love to stand there quietly and watch me slowly smoke away my life."

"No, I'm doing that too. I only said that in the first place to make you feel bad about practically killing yourself."

"Just leave okay! I've been through enough today. I don't need you to add to it!" I said getting frustrated. I could almost feel my eyes changing to red.

"He hurt you. Didn't he?"

Zach's remark caught me off guard. He actually sounded as if he was taking this seriously. So I decided to take it seriously too.

"Yes. He choked me when I got home. He left these bruises."

"There is no way your gonna be able to keep this from your friends. Your going to have to tell them eventually. You should at least tell Ashley."

"I know. I've been thinking about it. I just haven't figured out her reaction yet. Cause if she gets the police involved, things are only going to get a hell of a lot worse." My brother actually trying to help me. Mind blowing I know. Maybe he isn't so bad after all..

"Did he hurt you lately?" I asked.

"Yea, this morning he hit me in the face so I hit him back." I winced knowing hitting Dad back wasn't a good idea. Zach took notice of my face expression. "Yea, hitting him back wasn't a good idea. He started punching and kicking me so hard. I finally got out but I could barely walk. The teachers at school took notice and they send me to guidance. I spilled everything. Now I'm regretting it. I shouldn't have told them everything."

"You won't find out till later if it was a bad idea or not" I sad trying to sound reassuring.

"Yea, I guess. Well I'm gonna go over to Scott's for the night. I don't wanna be here when the old man gets home"

"That's probably a good idea. I'll see you later then."

"Bye"

Zach left to go to Scott's and yet again I was left alone. I never seem to be the one leaving. I'm always watching everyone else walk out of that door. But I'll get my chance soon enough. I still had the pot in my hand. I put it out in the ash tray. Zach was right, it isn't good for me.

Around 11:00 p.m. I was laying in bed when I heard a car pull in the driveway. Dad was home. When he walked into the house I could tell by the wobbly footsteps that he was drunk. I don't see why he doesn't drive straight into a tree and die when he's drunk...that would be nice.

I came back from my day dreams of ways my Dad could die when I realized I was starving.

"Maybe he brought food home?" I thought to myself. I got out of bed and started walking down the hall when there was a piercing scream that shattered the silence of the house. I ran ro the living room when I saw my Dad beating my Mom with a bat. Horror struck me. The dark crimson blood dripping down her face making a puddle on the floor. Her leg was twisted so it was backwards. Then the sounds of my Mother's screams brought me back to life.

"DAD!! NO!! STOP!!" I screamed. I instantly started sobbing. I ran toward him but he turned around and hit me in the side of my face with the bat. I felt and heard my cheekbone snap in half. I could feel the hot blood pouring down my face. The blood was blinding me. I knew I wouldn't be able to fight him, so I called the only person I could think of...Ashley.

"Hello?" said Ashley sleepily.

"HELP ASHLEY! PLEASE HELP ME!" I was surprised she understood what I said, I was crying so hard.

"Malia?" Malia what's wrong!?" said Ashley panicking.

"CALL 911! MY DAD IS..." I lost grip of the phone when I felt the bat hit me right in the back of my head. I fell face first into the ground. I could hear from the receiver...

"Malia?! Malia?! I'm calling 911!" I could tell by the sound of her voice that she was crying too.

I felt the bat connect with my rib cage. I could feel a rip snap in half. I had never felt pain so severe. Then I heard my Dad's voice...

"I'm gonna fricken kill you! You ruined myFricken life! You should die and burn in hell!"

His voice was shaky and his words were slurred together since he was drunk. His beatings seemed to continue forever until I heard sirens coming down the street.

"Thank you Ashley" I thought to myself before I passed out.

Nowhere Kids

In the land of dirt and plaster

lies an army of a thousand nowhere kids

losing ground and falling faster

into a life that no one should have to live

Chorus: We are the people that you hate

we are f bastards that you created

A generation with no place

A generation of all your sons and daughters

behind the fake family image

behind the smiles of a thousand moms and dads

inside the cage that we've been given

I see an image of the future that we don't have

Chorus

And what do you expect...a perfect child

raised by tv sets...abandoned every mile

we never get respect...never a fair trial

no one gives a s... as long as we smile

Chorus

A/N: Hope you liked it. Again I will only post chapter 3 if I get 2 new reviews. THANKS! LUV YA"LL MUCH!

Nostariel