Angel Wings

1

•-•-•Layla's POV•-•-•

I tiptoed past my fathers bedroom, trying not to awaken him. Luckily he was a heavy sleeper. I crept down the steps of the house and reached for the door, I was finally going to make it, get out of this hell of a home.

Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Layla Collins, age 13. Your scene or emo girl if you want to be stereotypical.
I have long blue hair and hazel brown eyes. I have snakebites and wear a lot of eye makeup.
My life hasn't been the easyest. I was bullied since I was 5 and mother left when I was 6. My father is an alcoholic and my brother, well, to be honest, I don't know where he is. He ran away when he was 10. He's 17 now.
My father beats me but only when he's drank too much. Which is not that often. He does drink alot though.
Anyway, back to the story.

I opened the door and ran, I ran as fast as my little legs could take me. I ran to the closest but safest place. It was a supermarket. It was only 7:30 in the morning so there wasn't many people there. I was in my school uniform and blue backpack with a bunch of band pins on.
I walked up to the fridges and took out a can of grape juice. I had no money so I sneakily put it into my pocket, hoping nobody saw.

•-•-•Justin's POV•-•-•

I went into the local supermarket to get myself an energy drink. I walked up to the fridges but stopped when I saw a girl with long flowing blue hair putting a can of grape juice into her pocket. Sneeky, I was going to do that with an energy drink.
When she left, I got the energy drink and put it into my bag.

•-•-•Layla's POV•-•-• (sorry i keep changing)
I left the store and began walking towards my school, Elamite high. Aka, hell on earth.
As I reached the wall near the school building, Zain and his gang pushed me over.
"Oh look what we have hear!" Zain said to his friends in his deep, Brookline accent. I tried to get up but he kicked me back to the ground.
"She thinks she can get up, how cute!"
All of his friends laughed, apart from Adam, who just stared at me then smirked. He's the.... Well, let's just say, fucker, of the group. If you get what I mean.
"Oy! What's going on?!" Mr cockry, or mr cock as we all like to call him, said. He was our PE teacher.
"Nothin, sir. She fell so I was helpin 'er up." Zain lied. I just chuckled and got up. I walked away and entered the school gates.

The bell rang and I headed to my first class, math.
Math is easy, if you ask me. I'm good at almost all subjects though.
30 minuets passed and I was almost finished with my worksheet.
Once I was finished, I turned over the sheet and got my bag. I took my writing book out and started writing a poem;
He pushes me,
Shoves me.
I can't get up.
He kicks me,
Punches me,
I can't move.
Bruises cover my body,
I don't know what to do.
Nobody listens to my crys.

That was all I got before the bell rang.

-skip to the end of the day bcoz I'm lazy like dat-

Instead of walking home, I walked towards the park. Nobody used it anymore.
I climbed a tree and started singing the lyrics I wrote.
(Pretend this was not by pierce the veil/ kellin Quinn)
"Dare my to jump of this jersey bridge,
Bet you never had a Friday night like this.
Keep it up, keep if up. Let's rase our hands.
Look up to the sky and I see red.
Red for the cancer,
Red for the wealthy,
Red for the drink that's mixed with suicide.
Everything's red.
Please won't you push me for the last time, let's scream until there's nothing left.
So sick of playing, I don't want to anymore
The thought of you's no fucking fu... *cough* " what? Why am I coughing. SMOKE!
I coughed a lot more before I jumped out of the tree and looked at what was going on.
I saw zain and his gang starting a fire. I ran towards my house and went inside. Luckily, my dad wasn't home.

•-•-•Justin's POV•-•-•
Me, zain, Adam and Jake.V, all started a fire in the abandoned park on Wetfield street.
Darroll, devonte and Jake.M all sat down and took out a cig each. They lit it on the fire and took a drag.
I heard some sight coughing but I was the only one who could. I saw the girl with blue hair from the shop jump out of the tree and run off. She looked a little upset.
"Who's got the chips?" Jake.M asked.
"Me." Adam said, getting 4 chip boxes from behind him.
One box for me. one box for him and his brother, zain. One for both of the jakes and one for devonte and darroll.
We all ate our chips and talked.

•-•-•Layla's POV•-•-•

Once I got to my room, I got my laptop out from under my bed. I typed 'YouTube' into the google search bar.
Once I got into YouTube I went onto 'my subscriptions'.
DamianFizzy had uploaded a new video. I watched the video then put on my 'best songs ever' playlist.
'Bulls in the Bronx' by 'pierce the veil came on and I started cleaning my room.
When I finished cleaning my room, I got changed into one of my basic 'day-to-day' outfits.
I got out my art pad and started drawing. I didn't know what I was drawing at first but then it began to take shape. It was a girl with ombré hair doing a heart with her fingers.

-I hope you liked the first chapter! From all I'm aware, Elamite high isn't a place but correct me if I'm wrong.
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