Hatred

1. Brighter

Hello everyone, this is the first story I've ever written in my life so I'm not so good at this, but I'm giving my best, if you want and I would love to, you can keep tuned for new chapters.

' ' <---- Phrases between those represents thoughts

" " <--- Between these represents the dialogue

() <----- And between these are the actions, time and place.

I hope you like it!

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*beep* *bee...* (Quickly Turns Off)

"Fuck, 7:00 a.m.; I fucking hate you"

'Ugh, I hate weekdays, especially the moment where I have to get up from my bed, but I can't be late to college.'

With that, I got up from the bed and opened the curtains only enough to see how's the weather outside.

'Snowing, thank you London for this!, this is why I love winter in London'

'Okay, first, gotta take a shower.'

(10 minutes later)

'Done'

'Next, breakfast'

(10 minutes later)

'Done'

'Finally, enjoy the rest of the morning 'till 9:30.'

(Put ear pods and select song)

'I'd like to hear the violin with the piano, I think this one will do'

(2 hours and 10 minutes later)

(Crack open left eye and face the clock)

'Shit, it's time'

(Stands up and walks in front of the mirror and stops)

'Ah, I hate watching myself. I hate being this skinny, being like this has brought me a lot of troubles since I was younger'

I used to be picked on by the other kids when I was on kinder garden, they used to bully me because of my complexion, they isolated me, they always hit me and lied about things I didn't even do.

I always had hope that when I arrived home, everything would turn out for the better, but I was wrong, it was the whole opposite, my father arrived home always with a bad temper, I didn't know why, but the moment he saw me, he always told me to give him this, bring him that and stuff, If I misheard a thing I wasn't allowed to ask, If I did, he would get really mad and hit me with whatever he founds, he treated me like a fucking slave.

I grabbed my backpack and stepped out of my apartment.

'Do I have everything I need?'

I checked my pockets to search for the most essential item to survive

'Money?!, that's not it'

'Keys?!, fuck it'

'Cellphone!, is it charged?', I turned it on, 'It is!, thanks god!, Okay, everything is fine'

After 10 minutes I arrived to the station .

This station is always so crowded.

'Makes perfect sense' I thought while leaning on a column.

It's 9:40 in the morning and this station is where the main train pass by, it would be odd if its NOT crowded.