Walking into my now dark home, I guess I forgot to tell you that my mom is alcoholic- It's one of the other reasons we had to move; her job fired her because she had become crazed over her research. But in New York no one knew about it; so she was able to get a job. She didn't stop drinking though. I try to hurry to my room but I hear her walking over to me. The smell of alcohol filled my nose, I gagged almost.
I guess I don't have a 'normal' life. I get beat every so often, but it isn't a big deal. A slap, a punch here and there- I just get sent to my room after that. Sometimes without dinner. She never went far but once in a while I'd be in bed in so much pain I couldn't go to school. I'm too weak to fight back and I'm to scared to tell anyone because I don't want to lose my mom.
"Get back here girl" She slurs.
"Y-Yeah?" I slowly turn around to be face to face with her. She smirked down at me. "Little bitch…." She mumbles slapping my face. "If I didn't have you, everything would be fine" now a punch to the stomach. I fell to the ground groaning tears falling from my eyes. "Maybe your father would still be here!" She screamed
"I-I'm sorry!" I cover my face while she kicks my side and breaks the beer bottle on me. The little pieces of glass stabbed my skin making blood drip from my arms.
"You better be. Go get cleaned up…." She pulled my up by my chin; gripping onto my cheeks hard. She pushed my back growling.
I dragged myself upstairs to the bathroom, barely able to stand up I start to pull the bits of glass from my skin. I was aching in pain, my face felt like it was on fire and my legs were shaking. I turn on the hot water for a shower. As I strip down I notice how skinny I am. I don't look healthy, I'm boney everywhere, I look unstable. I think it's because I don't each much anymore. I don't know why, just I get sick everytime I eat too much.
Stepping into the shower, the blood washing off some. After a while they cuts stopped bleeding. I wash my hair and myself carefully not to making anything bleed again. After I dried off and got myself into warm clothes I started to put bandages on my wounds. I brush out my hair and put it in a braid. I crawl into bed and set my alarm, School is tomorrow. I sigh staring out my window.
Maybe I would see the masked guy again? Maybe or not, I couldn't get him out of my mind. Snuggling into my sheets I shut my eyes. Most people hated school, I love it, I can get away from everything back home. I hope the teachers are nice...and I hope I'll make some friends.
~The next day~
BEEP BEEP BEEP.
I groan slamming my hand into the off button of the alarm, Sitting up I feel a rush of pain. I hiss out and mumble "Ow ow ow…" I get up turning on the light. I had two hours before the bus would come. I put on a skirt, tights, and a sweater for today, I had to put on a bit more makeup to hide the bruise on my face; to be truthful I barely wear makeup. Just mascara, Foundation, eyeliner and maybe eyeshadow.
I pull my hair out of the braid. I had light blonde/brown hair it was wavy most of the time. I put on a headband and head downstairs for some food. My mom was already down there reading the newspaper sipping some coffee. "Morning dear"
"Morning" I say back pulling out some bread. "Anything good?"
"Yeah, you're in the newspaper…."
"What?!" I walk over to her and look over her shoulder. It was a picture or my and spiderman when he helped my up yesterday. The headline was 'Spiderman helped the poor again!' I snicker at the headline.
"Hey hon, sorry for last night...but um could you do my a favor?"
"Sure mom" I nod
"If you ever see Spiderman again….ask him to come see me"
"It's unlikely I will, but if. If you want me to" I nod slipping on my flats. I stand up straight and look at the clock. I have about an hour left. I make my way upstairs thinking I can get some reading done. But strangely I feel my phone vibrate. I look at it sitting down on my bed.
I never got your name
-unknown number
I have no idea who this is…
Just tell me your name
-unknown number
Why should I? You could be a pervert!
I'm the really good looking guy you met yesterday
-unknown number
I didn't meet anyone yesterday. You have the wrong number, sorry.
No I don't, come one you have to remember.
-unknown number
That Spider guy?
It's SpiderMAN
-unknown number
How'd you get my number?
That doesn't matter
-unknown number
It does to me, Tell me and I'll give you my name
Fine, I may have looked at your phone
-unknown number
Creep! No name for you!
Please! I just want it so I can call you something
-unknown number
Why? planning on seeing me again?
Maybe, just in case YOU plan on saving more kids
-unknown number
Creepy perv.
Am not!
-unknown number
Are too!
Whatever Kitty
-unknown number
Kitty?
You never gave me a name. So kitty it is.
-unknown number
pervert!
Would you rather Bunny?
-unknown number
No! GTG to school. Peace creep!
Bye Bye bunny
-unknown number.
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