I coughed moving a shaky hand towards my mouth, I turned to my side trying desperately to find a comfortable position to sleep in, nothing, absolutely nothing. Nothing was working for me. This is the fifth time this week I am not able to put myself to sleep. Life is nothing like I imagined it to be... I read all those teen fiction books about how everyone gets there 'happily ever after with the knight in shining armour', but life has been nothing but shit thrown on my never ending pile.
I slowly toss my legs over my bed sitting up lazily brushing my crazy curls out of my eyes. My arms felt sour and my feet still stung at the bottom we're I had placed on the cold floor.
"Ianeira, get up" the door bursts open, as my sister walks in interrupting my train of thought.
I slowly turn my head to the right to face her. A glare plastered on my face as I stare at her with my cold eyes.
"Why should I get up iaera" my glare never faltering as I spit her name out.
"School, or shall I just ask dad to take me" a wicked smirk plastered on her fragile face making me hate her oh so much. I breathed out a sigh.
"I'll be down in fifteen" I turn to stare straight at the floor, my curls fall against my face as I heave out a sigh.
The door slams shut as I get off my bed pushing my hair up. I drag my feet to the bathroom slowly walking into the bathroom staring into the mirror. The dark bags in my eyes turning a shade darker as my curls fly all over the place, my black t-shirt all wrinkled as the short sleeves were exposing my bruised arms with whip lashes and wire markings. God I hate this family.
I slowly avoided the mirror as I took off my clothes and opened the currents of my shower turning on the hot water and walking beneath it. I stood there letting the hot water run over my sour flesh as I took in a deep breath.
It took me exactly five minutes to wash my hair and rinse my scalp. Walking out, I slowly wrapped my body in a towel and walked out. I got a brush and attempted to brush my curls but it hurt. My curls were untameable. If I were to brush my hair right now when it drys it would turn tangled once again.
I left the bathroom and walked into my room and went straight to my closet getting a pair of ripped jeans and a black hoodie with a green jacket on top. I threw on my worn out converses and left my hair out as always.
I slowly walked down the stairs as I let out a train of cuss words as I slipped down one step from the top of the staircase making my ass hit every step downwards. It finally stopped when I reached the bottom making me hiss in pain letting a another train of profanities leaving my mouth. My dad came into view with a angry look on his face making me breath out a sigh. I could hear all the way from the kitchen island the roar of laughter my sister was belching out.
"Your using that type of language in my house!" The old man shouts with he's vein popping out of his neck.
"Everything in this house seems to be yours, even me because I'm a piece of property correct for you to own and conquer. Save me the anxiety and get it over with already your highness" my tone was very provoking and sarcastic I wouldn't be surprised if he decided to kill me but that would be another thing taken off my bucket list.
I sly smirk found its way on my face from my thoughts. But a hiss of pain took me straight out. He already had his infamous wire in his hand as he started to give me my daily dose of pain.
You know it was like my boost, it gave me a sense of security and power. Not. I really didn't care on what the man that stuck his holy penis into my so called mother, did to me. He's already done enough and frankly I still think it isn't enough. He's already tried to drive me to the bridge of insanity and it's kind of working, if I do say so myself.
