Her.

Them.

^^^Brooke Above^^^

//Brooke's P.O.V.//

I guess you could say I am pretty lucky...but I'm not. I'll say that I am fine...but I'm not. I'll cover up my scars and smile making you think I am content....well lets just say I'm a pretty good actor. Inside I'm broken... my soul is lost. They say, "Follow your Heart" but if your hear is in a million pieces, which piece do you follow.

I open my blood stained box full of razors that is hidden under my floorboard in the attic. Otherwise known as my room. Making sure my door is locked I sit in front of my body-sized mirror. I lift the sharp razor and cut my arm starting off slow and deep. 

I'm numb. I don't feel anything. Watching the blood drizzle down my arm and onto the floor, I continue cutting going faster and faster until I'm sure I lost enough blood to faint. I start feeling lightheaded and blackout hitting my head on the old attic floor. 

~13 hours later~

Opening my eyes I look down around to see a stain of dry blood around myself. I look at the clock seeing as I am late to school again, my foster parents are going to be pissed."SHIT! It's 11 A.M."I run to my dresser pulling out a black sweater, jeans, and worn out leather-laced boots. I quickly take a shower washing off all the blood and climb down from my window with my backpack and skateboard which was already on the lawn. I didn't want to face my parents because that would just lead to punishment which I know I am going to get after school.

I hop on my skateboard and hurry to school. Once I arrive, I rush to my locker grabbing my english books and run to English class. I open the door interrupting the class. 

"Ms. Miller do you have an explanation as to why you are late to my class?!" My teacher screams. "Uhm....well you see...i..i well.." I stutter. "DETENTION!" My teacher yells making all the other students in the class snicker. 

I walk to the back of the class with my head down and zone out and plug in my ear buds.

The bell rings notifying that it is now the end of class and the start of lunch or more like detention. I wait till everyone leaves and I grab my detention slip walking to the detention room down the hall.

 I know the "jerks of the school" are going to be there which isn't a surprise because their known to be the schools bad boys.

 As I walk into the room I don't  see a teacher in there, instead I see the five bad boys. They snap their heads towards me staring at me as I sit down at a random seat. I just stare down at my fingers trying not to be awkward.

 "Hey Beautiful, wanna come to my place tonight, maybe we could have a little fun..." says one of the five boys I am guessing named Ryder. I snap my head up to them,"Fuck.Off.Bitch." That earned snickers from the rest of the boys. 

He looked at me wide-eyed for a second shocked. No one has ever rejected Ryder before. The leader of the group I'm guessing, stood up fuming walking towards me and bending down so I could only hear him. I stared at him with a blank face. "You better watch that pretty little mouth of yours princess or I'll put it to good use." I look down at my lap blushing and qlench my thighs. "Now I don't know what the fuck crawled up your ass and died mister but, can you shut the fuck up so I can enjoy my silence." I muster up the courage and say.

We didn't even notice the teacher walk in cause we were too busy arguing but it sounded like he didn't give a damn about what ever was going on in this detention room. The bell finally rang and I ran out of that room before Ryder could get the last say.

Since study hall was my last subject of the day and the teachers didn't care if we were even there or not, I took off on my skateboard to my own hangout spot at the park near my house. 

 Letting the cold air blow against my face, I closed my eyes, spreading my arms out almost as if I could fly, and stayed that way for a while. I looked down at my watch and saw I should have been home 3 minutes ago.

You see the issue is...my foster parents always want me to be on time for my punishments which occur everyday, ever since I was 6 years old they abused me. They drink and their always on some sort of drugs! I sped home on my skateboard as fast as I could and walked into the front door slowly.

 "Well, well, well...here comes the slut herself." my dad slurres. I look up at my parents afraid to speak. My 'mother' comes up to me and slaps me while my dad comes over with his metal bat. And then he gives my 'mom' a metal rod. They've never used these things before..

I cower away hitting my back against the wall. "No...n-no p-p-plea-se don't do this." I  plead.

 I know its no use so I try to find my happy place even though I know that my happy place disappeared the day I started getting abused. My mom throws down the metal rod against my back while my dad did the same with the metal bat.

"STOP! I learned my lesson just stop I'll do anything." Ignoring me they beat me, and kick me till I am barely breathing. I don't want to go through this anymore. Please someone Help. A knock on the door interrupts them. 

I blackout.

:Authors Note:

Hey Lovelies,

What do you think of the first chapter! I hoped you guys liked it. Who do you think knocked on the door. Whats going to happen to Brooke...Read the next chapter to find out!!! :)

~Yours Sincerely,

    Lexi Rivera