"Hey. Wake up, It's 6:00 time to get up." I whispered. Ugh! I hate waking him up. He can sleep through anything. I can shake him, slap him, pinch him and punch him and he still wouldn't wake up. As usual I'm pinned down by him. He's legs and his arms are all wrapped up around me.
"Hey good morning." he said.
"Finally! Morning, it's 6." I whispered.
"Did you slap me?" I nod smiling.
"Okay, I'll see you later." he says chuckling getting out of bed.
"Okay bye" I whispered as I watched him climb out my window.
Let me explain who he is, he is my brothers best friend, my protector, my healer. He's been climbing in and out of my window since I was 7 and he was 9. Since the day he saw me cry after my dad beat the shit out of me and my brother one night. He takes care of me when I get beat. He patches up my cuts. He lays with me while I cry. He keeps people away from me. He knows I don't like to be touched. His name is Aiden Frazier.
I got up an hour later walked to my bathroom took a nice hot shower, cleaned up my cuts and bruises and fixed them all back up and put my school clothes on. I always I wear the color a black, long sleeve shirts and hoodies. Today was a pair of black skinny jeans, a Alesana shirt and a Alesana hoodie my favorite band and my black converse. I went down stairs grab an apple for breakfast.
When I walk in the best brother in the world Kale asking if I was ready for school. I just nodded, grabbed my bag and headed to my brothers car waiting there was Aiden.
"Hey baby girl you sleep good last night?" he asked me winking. He always ask me this every morning like he doesn't know and I also quit trying to figure out why he calls me baby girl.
"Yeah I slept great, Thank You for asking." I whispered as we head to school. Woohoo!! Note the sarcasm.
I don't pay attention to their conversation its pointless. They just talk about girls, parties and sports. The only sport I like to here about is hockey. I like watching that. The only reason I like that is because Kale and Aiden play.
Let me tell you about us first Kale he is my older brother 18, senior, black hair, brown eyes 6"3 buff as hell. Yeah I admit he is hot. No I don't think of him that way I just know a hot guy when I see one. I know it sounds disgusting saying your own brother is hot but its the truth. He is sweet, kind, caring, very protective of me, smart, artistic. He loves art and music. Plays hockey. He wants to be a......what do you call them? Cartoon Designer where you design cartoons or wants to be able to make movies like Avatar. Stuff like that. A graphic designer. I think that's what its called. Yeah for being smart I can't put the right name to what he wants to be. That's if his hockey career doesn't go the way he wants it to. That's what he wants to do. He has snake bites and dresses emo but he is popular, listens to screamo music. Every girl drools and are in love with him. How could you not? To look at him you never know he was a big Teddy bear. He is the strong, silent, brooding type and of course he is a player.
Aiden he is my brothers best friend 18, senior, black hair, beautiful blue eyes, 6"4 buff yeah hot and yeah I do have a thing for him who wouldn't, he is gorgeous! But I know nothing could come of it. One he's my brothers best friend. Two he's two years older than me. That doesn't bother me though but like he would date a plain, ugly 16 year old that's touchy. When he could have a beautiful girl his own age. Oh well huh? A girl can only dream can't she? He is the sweetest thing on this earth, smart, talented he likes to play the guitar, caring, kind, very protective of me. I don't know who is worse Kale or Aiden. He wants to be engineer who build building and bridges stuff like that. He also plays hockey.
Him and Kale are like twins I swear. Both are the strong, silent, brooding type but has a sense of humor. It just makes them more hot. He has his eyebrow and lip pierced. Dresses emo but popular. Neither of them cut themselves. Yes he is a player. I'll tell you more them as I go along.
And now you have me. Well I'm 16, a senior. Teachers say I'm a genius but I say I work hard. I have black hair, green eyes, emo. Yes I cut. I'm a loner and I like it that way. No one can see all my scars. Yes I have a lot between my cutting and the beatings. I look gross. My favorite color is black as you can tell. I'll tell you more about me as I go along.
I'm brought out of my thoughts by Kale announcing we are at school. Ugh! Another day of this hell hole thank goodness this is my last year. Yeah I'm smart. I've worked hard, the faster I graduate the sooner I can go to collage and get out of my other hell. Home.