Saved By a Song

Hello My Name Is

Chapter 1:

I laughed as i ran, catching the football in mid-air. "Nice one!" Hallie called across my large front yard. I threw it back to her, and my heart stopped at the sound of a car pulling up the drive way behind me. I whipped my head around, only to find a very angry dad storming towards me. This was not good...

"Get her out. NOW!" He screamed into my ear. I winced and turned around, sprinting back to Hallie.

"Hey, what was that all about? Wasn't your dad supposed to be back at 7?" She looked down at her watch."Its only 5:39..."

"Yea, well, you know my dad, always full of surprises..." I laughed nervously and tried to appear as carefree as possible. "Ahhh, maybe you should get going. But it was great having you over." She looked confused.

"Oh, ok. Why the big rush?"

"My dad, um, wanted to show me some stuff. Private, stuff, actually, so um, ya know..." I nervously ran my fingers through my hair, worried that she might hear my heart pounding against my chest. I knew i could.

"Ok, then. See ya tomorrow, mate!" She gave me a quick hug, then started jogging down the street, waving over her shoulder. Her frizzy red hair bounced as I watched her disappear down the street. I suddenly felt a burning pain run along my scalp as my dad dragged me by my hair into the house. He pushed me into the kitchen sink, the corner digging into my forehead.

"Who was THAT?!" He screamed. I turned around, pressing my back inti the cabinets.

"It-it was no one!" my voice shook in fear as his shadow loomed over me. He stormed over to me and grabbed me by my shirt, lifting me into the air. My dad roughly grabbed my chin, forcing me to look into his cold eyes.

"Wrong answer!" He dropped me onto the ground and I crawled on my back as far away from him as I could get.

He turned around and slammed the door. "I'm going to ask you one more time, brat, who is she?! Has she ever been here before?! You KNOW what I said about people coming over here!" He walked back over to me and kicked my stomach. "Answer me!"

"She's no one! She's never been here before, I promise! She's just a friend from school!"

"You have no friends. Nobody likes you. Mistakes don't have friends." He sneered. Tears started to form in my eyes, so I closed them. If he saw me crying...

"Are you crying?! Get up. Now, wimp!" Well, so much for that idea... I shakily got off the ground, only to see a fist flying at my face. I staggered back from the force, and I had a pretty good feeling I would be getting a black eye. Goody. My dad began to laugh.

He grabbed my throat, lifting me of the ground again. I gasped and desperately tried to pry his hands off my neck, but he only squeezed harder. The edges of my vision began to blur, and he finally let me drop to the ground.

I gasped, my hands flying around my neck. I looked up through my greasy hair at him, and I saw him grinning. I guess hurting your only child brings him a rush. Who needs crack or heroine when you can beat your son? I got off the ground and ran up the stairs into my room. He let me leave.

When i was safely behind my closed door, I flopped down on my bed, finally letting the tears flow. I sobbed into my pillow, wishing for Hallie. I wish i could tell her about my dad, but then she would tell her parents, and they would tell the police or what ever, then they would confront my dad, he would deny it, and then the minuet they left he would beat me senseless.

She already knew I had depression, mostly every one at school did. She just didn't know why. She also didn't know how bad it was. In her mind, I was just insecure. In reality, I was suicidal. I would have ended my life years ago, believe me. Life would be better for every one, but my dad wouldn't let me. All the guns he owned were locked up in his room, we had no prescription medicine, and if I were to go near any knife in the house he'd think I was rebelling and again, beat me senseless. I could drown myself, but I wasn't allowed to "waist water" by taking a bath, and I was only allowed a five minuet shower once a week. I would hang myself, but with what? Yes, I could use the bedsheets, but what would I tie them to? A tree? No. I wasn't allowed outside. So, subconsciously, my dad kept his human punching bag alive.

I'm so sorry, where are my manners? I should at least introduce myself before I burden you with my story. My name is Brian Thorton. I have dark hair and equally dark brown eyes to match. I have only one hobby: programming computers. I mean, I've never actually done it, but I know it would be fun. I have only two friends: One who you'll learn about later, lets call them Tim, and Hallie Wattson. She has known me for only six months, but we need each other. She is a foreign exchange student from England, and I'm suicidal freak show. We support each other, and I have to say, it's pretty nice not having to eat lunch alone. Deep fried air tastes a lot better when there's someone to talk to.

Oh, and that man who tried to kill me, he's not actually my dad. I mean, biologically. Technically, he's my legal guardian and "father," but he's not really guarding me from anything, now is he? I was adopted. No, not from some over crowded part of China, or some exotic part of India, from here. Your regular old United States orphan. And let me tell you from as little as I remember about the orphanage, I'd rather be there.

Now, there isn't much that meets the eye when you look at me, but trust me when I tell you that I have a very interesting story.

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Ps(ya I know its a pretty bad chapter title but I'll get better at this whole "naming chapters" thing)

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