3 days earlier...

I wake up with my whole body aching. I don't want to move but I need to take a shower and start on the makeup that's necessary to cover the bruises that litter my whole body. I step out of my pajamas and while I'm waiting for the shower to warm up I look at my battered body in the mirror. My father isn't a bad man he just has a bad temper and a drinking problem. He is always sorry when he does it usually I get a gift. Wednesday's was a new iPhone. Today is Friday he usually doesn't beat me on Friday and Saturday but Sunday is usually the worst. My mom left us on a Sunday when I was ten. That's when the beatings started. I step into the shower. Once I've finished scrubbing my hair with my cinnamon shampoo I step out pull on my favorite jeans and A long sleeved emerald green shirt that sets of my fiery hair and matches my eyes. I slip on my Black BOBs grab my messenger bag and go down to the kitchen. My father has already left for work and has left me my wrapped apology on the table next to a stack of steaming pancakes. I unwrap the gift. Well Really I open the envelope. I pull out a note that says 'go to the basement'. I've already finished my pancakes so I run down the stairs to the basement to find a new guitar. my hands itch to try it but if I don't leave now i'll be late to school. I glance back one more time wishing I could just stay here and play away the pain.


I know It's short but I'm sorta at a loss on how to start it. EIther way I'll update soon. Checkout my other two stories: Two little lines which will be updated next and She's so gone which was updated before this