I Breathe You In With Smoke.
Tear This Place Apart.
"MYA!" I heard Kevin scream. I refused to call him my 'father'. He wasn't worthy of any such thing. My eyes snapped open and I sprung up in bed as I heard the door being thrown open. Here we go again. Only 4 more days left of this. Was all I could think.
"WHY IS THERE NO FUCKING BREAKFAST ON THE TABLE."
"S-Sorry." His face hardened, darkening to a deep red as he stomped up to me, grabbing me by the neck and throwing me out of bed. I winced as my head ricocheted off of the corner of my dresser.
"SORRY?!" He screamed and grabbed my shirt. "Some fucking disgrace you are." He spat before punching me. I cried out in pain and curled up in a ball. I should be used to this by now, this has been a non stop battle since I was 14. He chuckled at my cowering actions and walked out, just in time for my alarm to go off for school.
I wiped my tears and forced myself off the floor, walking up to my mirror to examine my cheek, already feeling it swell. Luckily there was no bruise, but coating my face in makeup everyday had become a routine. Why stop now?
I threw my bracelets on and grabbed my backpack, slowly opening the door and looking for Kevin or Lauren. I tip toed down the stairs, heart pounding when I heard a pan clink in the kitchen. I swallowed hard, slipping past them and out the door. I booked it to the driveway and sighed in relief, putting in my head phones and walking to school.
You see, Kevin and Lauren, they adopted me at birth. I was like the 'Trophy child' growing up; I had it all. I had a functional family, all the toys I wanted, you name it. That is until one day, Kevin brought home 'a little friend' , and I told Lauren about it. They fought and fought about it, until Lauren decided to take his side. They've been against me ever since. Now, the only safety and comfort I find, is in a blade and hunger pains.
Beautiful isn't it?
I looked up at the school and sighed internally before walking up, ignoring the stares and snickers as I passed by.
"Mya!" Tiffany screamed. I rolled my eyes and faked a smile. Don't get me wrong, she's nice, but I don't trust anyone. She's just wasting her breath, yet she still fails to quit.
"Hi.." I mumbled.
"You look sad."
"Just tired." She nodded and we walked to homeroom.
Luckily, I made it through school unscathed by the bullies, which is a rare occasion, but when it happens, I don't dare take it for granted. I cut across the field and walked back home, music yet again blaring through my ears.
"Have you ever taken a blade to your wrist? Have you been skipping meals? We're gonna try something new today, how does that make you feel?" Oli screamed. I looked at the ground, kicking a rock as I walked, ignoring the tears that threatened to fall. I looked up, now at my house, but furrowed my eyebrows and took out a headphone at the sight of an unfamiliar car, but quickly rolled my eyes, thinking it was one of Kevin's sluts over.
I made my way up the driveway, the screams from my music slowly being drowned out by the ones coming from the house. I thought it was Kevin and Lauren fighting, until I heard another unfamiliar voice. I swore to myself I had heard the voice, but I couldn't put a face with it. My curiosity got the best of me and I walked in. Everyone's heads snapped towards me and I gasped, dropping my water bottle.
"You're.. You're.." I stumbled out. He walked up to me, his breathing just as uneasy as mine as he held out his hand. I took it and looked up at him in amazement.
"Mya?"
"Yeah."
"I'm-"
"You're dead." Kevin spat, ripping him away from me and balling his shirt in his fists.
"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HIM!" I screamed and punched him in the ribs. He let go of him and grabbed his side.
"FUCKING BITCH!" He screamed as I felt his fist collide with my face. I fell to the ground, spitting up some blood.
"WHAT THE FUCK! NEVER HIT HER YOU COWARD!" Jaime screamed and picked me up.
"You two have fun with each other, I never fucking wanted her anyways." Kevin spat before I heard the door slam. I bursted into tears and grabbed Jaime's shirt.
"Where's your bathroom."
"U-Upstairs and t-to th-the l-left."I choked out. He ran upstairs and set me on the counter, wetting a towel and putting it to my jaw.
"I'm so so sorry." He whispered.
"W-why are you here?"
"Because, I... There's no easy way to explain this." He sighed, dropping his hand from my chin, to my knee. "Mya, you're my little sister."
"What?"
"Look, it's complicated, Just let me ask one thing. Does that bastard always..." He tailed off. I nodded slowly and felt his grip tighten on my knee.
"Mya.. Look at me." I shook my head, but only for him to put his finger under my chin and pull up my gaze. "You're gonna be okay.."
"I-I don't believe you." I told him before my voice trailed off to a whisper. "Nothing is okay anymore."
"Come with me." I pulled away from him, breaking eye contact.
"I can't. I'm only 17." Nothing can save me anyways. I'm in too deep; too used to the abuse, the hate, the feeling of wanting to die.
I only have 4 more days
... It's too late.
"WHY IS THERE NO FUCKING BREAKFAST ON THE TABLE."
"S-Sorry." His face hardened, darkening to a deep red as he stomped up to me, grabbing me by the neck and throwing me out of bed. I winced as my head ricocheted off of the corner of my dresser.
"SORRY?!" He screamed and grabbed my shirt. "Some fucking disgrace you are." He spat before punching me. I cried out in pain and curled up in a ball. I should be used to this by now, this has been a non stop battle since I was 14. He chuckled at my cowering actions and walked out, just in time for my alarm to go off for school.
I wiped my tears and forced myself off the floor, walking up to my mirror to examine my cheek, already feeling it swell. Luckily there was no bruise, but coating my face in makeup everyday had become a routine. Why stop now?
I threw my bracelets on and grabbed my backpack, slowly opening the door and looking for Kevin or Lauren. I tip toed down the stairs, heart pounding when I heard a pan clink in the kitchen. I swallowed hard, slipping past them and out the door. I booked it to the driveway and sighed in relief, putting in my head phones and walking to school.
You see, Kevin and Lauren, they adopted me at birth. I was like the 'Trophy child' growing up; I had it all. I had a functional family, all the toys I wanted, you name it. That is until one day, Kevin brought home 'a little friend' , and I told Lauren about it. They fought and fought about it, until Lauren decided to take his side. They've been against me ever since. Now, the only safety and comfort I find, is in a blade and hunger pains.
Beautiful isn't it?
I looked up at the school and sighed internally before walking up, ignoring the stares and snickers as I passed by.
"Mya!" Tiffany screamed. I rolled my eyes and faked a smile. Don't get me wrong, she's nice, but I don't trust anyone. She's just wasting her breath, yet she still fails to quit.
"Hi.." I mumbled.
"You look sad."
"Just tired." She nodded and we walked to homeroom.
Luckily, I made it through school unscathed by the bullies, which is a rare occasion, but when it happens, I don't dare take it for granted. I cut across the field and walked back home, music yet again blaring through my ears.
"Have you ever taken a blade to your wrist? Have you been skipping meals? We're gonna try something new today, how does that make you feel?" Oli screamed. I looked at the ground, kicking a rock as I walked, ignoring the tears that threatened to fall. I looked up, now at my house, but furrowed my eyebrows and took out a headphone at the sight of an unfamiliar car, but quickly rolled my eyes, thinking it was one of Kevin's sluts over.
I made my way up the driveway, the screams from my music slowly being drowned out by the ones coming from the house. I thought it was Kevin and Lauren fighting, until I heard another unfamiliar voice. I swore to myself I had heard the voice, but I couldn't put a face with it. My curiosity got the best of me and I walked in. Everyone's heads snapped towards me and I gasped, dropping my water bottle.
"You're.. You're.." I stumbled out. He walked up to me, his breathing just as uneasy as mine as he held out his hand. I took it and looked up at him in amazement.
"Mya?"
"Yeah."
"I'm-"
"You're dead." Kevin spat, ripping him away from me and balling his shirt in his fists.
"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HIM!" I screamed and punched him in the ribs. He let go of him and grabbed his side.
"FUCKING BITCH!" He screamed as I felt his fist collide with my face. I fell to the ground, spitting up some blood.
"WHAT THE FUCK! NEVER HIT HER YOU COWARD!" Jaime screamed and picked me up.
"You two have fun with each other, I never fucking wanted her anyways." Kevin spat before I heard the door slam. I bursted into tears and grabbed Jaime's shirt.
"Where's your bathroom."
"U-Upstairs and t-to th-the l-left."I choked out. He ran upstairs and set me on the counter, wetting a towel and putting it to my jaw.
"I'm so so sorry." He whispered.
"W-why are you here?"
"Because, I... There's no easy way to explain this." He sighed, dropping his hand from my chin, to my knee. "Mya, you're my little sister."
"What?"
"Look, it's complicated, Just let me ask one thing. Does that bastard always..." He tailed off. I nodded slowly and felt his grip tighten on my knee.
"Mya.. Look at me." I shook my head, but only for him to put his finger under my chin and pull up my gaze. "You're gonna be okay.."
"I-I don't believe you." I told him before my voice trailed off to a whisper. "Nothing is okay anymore."
"Come with me." I pulled away from him, breaking eye contact.
"I can't. I'm only 17." Nothing can save me anyways. I'm in too deep; too used to the abuse, the hate, the feeling of wanting to die.
I only have 4 more days
... It's too late.
Notes
Hey, I hope you like so far. It's going to get good soon, I swear ;p (I mean, especially if PiercetheSirens_ is my co-writer<3)Comment, Rate, and sub if you want more! xx
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