Broken Home

The Screams

The Girl's POV
"SHUT UP!" He screamed, "I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK." A loud smack echoed in the room followed by a blood curtailing scream.
     She wants it to go away. She wants this nightmare to be a nightmare, not real life. Nightmares you can wake up from, but in real life she doesn't have a chance.
     She was 17, old enough to leave, but she had a month of high school left. While sitting in the depths of her closet trying to hide from the screaming, she whispered softly, "I need to finish high school. I don't want to be stupid like mom and marry the drunk."
     "GO! GO IF YOU FUCKING HAVE TOO! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR SKINNY ASS AGAIN, YOU LITTLE BITCH!" A door slammed, and it went quiet. Her mom was gone, and she knew she wasn't coming back.
      She cried silently, under the many layers of darkness, to herself until sleep overcame her.

(This is the dream by the way)

     She sees them standing on the stage playing their instruments. Surrounding them, were thousands of girls screaming and dancing. She was standing in the middle of the crowd, not dancing or shouting. She just stared.
     They finished their song. And they all stared back at her.
     Ashton stood up and talked into the microphone, "We are 5 seconds of summer, thanks for coming tonight. It has been a pleasure, but I need to set one thing straight," he paused to clear his throat, "Lilly Stanford is a no one. No one likes her. She is so stupid, and doesn't deserve to be alive. Lilly, I know you're out there, and I just want you to know that you are a waste of space and no one will ever love you. NO ONE!!!!"
     The screams around her up roared like they approved of what he said, and at that she awoke with a start.

(End of dream)

     She woke up to see a worse nightmare, her Dad. "Hello, why're you in here?" He asked.
     "Go away."
     "You don't talk to me like that," he pulled her up and squeezed harder to emphasize his words, "Now say you're sorry."
      She shook her head no. He squeezed harder and she yelled, "I'M SORRY!"
      He pushed her on to the ground and said, "No you're not," he walked out of the room, "Now, get ready for school, or you'll be late for the bus."
      She slowly got up. She had made her decision. She changed into normal clothes. She then grabbed her backpack and sat it on her bed. She unzipped it and dumped out the contents. Calculus Textbook, Chemistry text book, her calculator, her binder, and a few broken pencils on her bed. No need for them anymore. She through in extra pairs of clothes, a couple pairs of underwear and bras, tampons, a few cans of beans from under her bed just in case, her journal, and her secret wallet full of hundreds of dollars that she has saved up for years.
     She then wrote a note about what has happened here in this house and why she left. Just in case the police ever look for her. She set in her underwear drawer, where dad wouldn't look. She then zipped up her back pack, and left her bedroom for the last time.
     Now, her dad was slumped on the couch asleep and hungover. She quietly left the house and headed in the opposite direction of the bus stop.
     She whispered underneath her breath as she turned the street corner, "I am going to show you that Lilly is not a waste of space, Ashton."