scars

                                    

                                          

A/N
I am so sorry for the late chapter, I've been struggling a bit with my own mental health the past 3 weeks, with exams going on for me right now with college, and a lot going on at home, i haven't really had any energy to write. 
Don't worry, i only have 2 weeks left of college before i break up for Christmas so i will definitely be trying to update a lot more!!
I hope youse enjoy this chapter.. 


That next morning, already nursing a hangover when my eyes opened to the bright light shinning through my window, i was woken up rather abruptly by my step- fathers voice shouting at me and his hands dragging me out of the bed and forcefully on the floor, causing me to hit my head in the process. 
"WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR PLAYING AT GIRL. 
ITS ALMOST NOON AND NO BREAKFAST HAS BEEN MADE. WHAT GAVE YOU THE IDEA THAT YOU WERE ALLOWED TO SLEEP IN."
I felt a hard grasp on my hair and i was suddenly being dragged from my own floor in my bedroom, out of the room and down the stairs, my back being hit by every stair in the process. 
As i was being dragged through the hallway and towards the kitchen, i saw my mother from the corner of my eyes, leaning against the wall, a smirk playing on her face. 

I was dragged all the way into the kitchen and he forcefully pulled me to my feet and shoved me against the benches where the pans resided. 
"I WANT FOOD TO BE MADE RIGHT NOW, THEN ONCE IVE EATEN, YOU WILL RECIEVE YOUR PUNISHMENT FOR THIS AND FOR WHATEVER IT IS YOUVE DONE TO YOUR HAIR AND FACE."
'crap, i didn't even think about the repercussions id receive at home for my new found appearance.' 
My step- father grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down, my mother joining him as they both waited for their food. 

Hands trembling, i made the breakfast, (luckily without burning anything), and without giving it another thought, or giving  my parents a chance to even begin eating their food that was just placed in front of them, i ran upstairs, grabbed my cigarettes, lighter, and blade, (all i could grab quickly, the necessities) shoved the closest shoes i could find on and ran out the house. 
I wandered around the streets, lighting fag after fag, trying to figure out what i could do. 
I couldn't go back there now, not after i just ran out, but where could i go? 
Absent mindedly, i continued walking and ended up at the same bridge where i was just the night before. 
I walked closer towards the edge and peered over, putting the tip of another fag in my mouth and lighting the end of it, then inhaling in. 
'I should just jump, it would make my life much easier, i wouldn't even have to worry about were to go, i would never have to go back to the horrible house again'
Just as the end of my cigarette was burning out and i was readying myself to step over the banister i heard someone calling my name. 
I swiftly turned around, and there was Adam, small smile playing on his lips but looking at me quizzically, his head tilted slightly to the side. 
With no response to my greeting, he walked closer towards me and continued, "Hey Abby" he said in a questioning tone, "what are you doing here?" 
I look down at my feet then back up, him still attempting to make eye contact with me.