Aubrey's POV
I woke up on the forest floor covered with dirt and scratches. I quickly sat up to look around but all I could see were trees.
"What? Where am I," I questioned as I slowly stood up and began walking around trying to figure out were I was and how to get home.
After walking for around 10 minutes or something I came across a clearing with beautiful flowers and tall grass. I began to walk around the small clearing until I was pushed to the ground. I screamed, kicked, and wailed my fists around trying to get the person who had tackled me off.
"You shouldn't have done that," He whispered into my ear after he had me still. Right after that I felt a sharp pain in my stomach as the guy lifted himself off of me. I screamed and cried as I held my stomach tightly which was bleeding from the stab wound.
"Help me! Please somebody," I attempted to yell but barley any words came out of my mouth as the blood spilled. Everything was growing dark as I laid against the forest floor hoping someone would come find my dead body soon. I wanted to die, but not like this.
I shot up from my bed tightly holding my stomach.
"Wow," I whispered to myself. I never really had nightmares like that so this one scared the shit out of me. I glanced at my alarm clock which read 4:57, so I decided to go ahead and get ready for another day in hell. I'm 18I threw my legs over the side of the bed and shuffled over to my bathroom and began to brush my teeth and my shoulder length purple hair and do all of my other lady things.
After leaving the bathroom I decided to wear skinny jeans, a black tank top, a small moon choker, flannel, and my combat boots. My style wasn't very unique but I enjoyed wearing the clothes I choose.
While quietly running down the small flight of stairs that led to my small living room, hoping I don't wake my parents, I grabbed my journal and book bag then headed out the door. I wasn't going to school yet, I was just walking to the park near our house.
When I had reached my destination I plopped down into a swing and fuck it was cold, I defiantly should have brought a heavier jacket. While snuggling up into my flannel, I pulled out my journal and began writing random little things.
"I'm sad. But I can't figure out why. Maybe it's my dying mom. Or my best friend that is slowly going insane in another state. Maybe it's the fact that I'm so alone. Or how the world just fucking scares me. It might even be that my boyfriend abuses me. Oh or how I want to kill everyone 24/7. There's a lot. Like how I want to die. How scars from Brad or the ones from myself litter my body. Or how I'm scared. So fucking scared. I don't know. What abo-" was all I could write before cold drops of rain started to fall from the sky and hit my paper. I quickly put my journal in my bag and began walking back home, while also thinking about how I would get to school. I couldn't walk there in the rain, and my mam or dad can't take me, also the bus had already came.
"Fuck" I whispered as I ran back home. I'll probably have to call Brad (my boyfriend) to come pick me up from my tiny abode. Wow I was scared to see him, the last part of him I saw was his feet stomping on my stomach, I still feel the pain and the bruises are still there.
I would much rather stay home but if I don't go Brad won't be the only one abusing me today. Yep, my dad occasionally beats me but not nearly as much as Brad does. Now I know what you're thinking, why don't I just break up with him or call the police, well if I break up with him he'll still hurt me at school or come to my house, and the cops don't do shit in this town. I've tried everything to get away from him and my dad but nothing will work, I'll either end up very hurt and scared or dead.
