Alone?

Chapter 1 - Behind the Walls

The brown sycamore leaves flew out of the bushes as if in a hurry and in an attempt to take out any crossing pedestrians. There's all kinds of ways to feel lonely. Some can feel lonely with nobody around them and nobody to communicate with. Whereas others can feel lonely surrounded by people, all different types of people. Those people are mentally lonely, mentally isolated. This kind of lonely is when you feel like you have nothing left, nothing. It's like your drowning and there's no one there to throw you a line.

McKenzie strolled her way home from school, like she did every single day. Nothing new, nothing out of the ordinary. The streets of London aren't really what people expect. People long to visit the "beautiful country of England" with its gorgeous scenery and polite spoken habitants. Yeah well it's not really like that.

"Oi! Bitch you home yet?" Mckenzie's drunken mother shouted from their council apartment flat. Smashed bottles scattered the building, empty drug bags that people had not cared to deposit of.
"Yeah mum I'm here, you aight?" McKenzie answered, not really caring to hear the answer.

Her bedroom door was covered in blood stains, from when her stepfather, Dean, had miraculously arrived home from drunken nights out. She tapped the door lightly, barely wanting to touch the germs covering her once white door. The floorboards creaked and cracked as she made her way to her bed. Posters which had been put up years ago now had huge tears across them, once again a result of Dean's drinking.

"Is the slag home now?" McKenzie heard a very familiar voice call out over her thoughts.

Fuck sake

Dean stormed his way into her room uninvited. He made a V with his fingers and pushed McKenzie to the wall, his fingers round her neck.

"Fuckin listen right... my boys have heard that word on the street is you've slept with JB's brother. Now hear this you slag, you don't shag anyone I've not told you too right? They deserve way better than little whores like you. Your Mothers gonna go sick when she hears what her princess has been doing." And with that he left her room, slamming the door as he left.

Of course McKenzie had done no such thing, but there was no point in arguing with Dean, he was much bigger and stronger than she was plus he had a track record of hurting people.

McKenzie emptied the contents of her school bag onto her plain duvet set. A few pens, couple books with missing pages and a picture which her father had given her before he died. She never went anywhere without it and would never allow Dean to go anywhere near it. It was of her and her father smiling, before he had forgotten who she was, before the illness had took him away from her. Her fathers passing had what turned her mother to alcohol and drug abuse. Also attracted men like Dean, he saw a vulnerable, desperate women who was grieving over the death of her husband and he took advantage.

She lay on her bed and closed her eyes. Once again she hadn't eaten today. She didn't eat when Dean was home, he would drug her food and she didn't want to leave her room. She also couldn't bare to see her mum getting hurt, her stepfather would snap at her mother more often than not and McKenzie wished she could help but she was simply not strong enough to fight Dean. Even though sometimes she felt like she could.

A rogue tear fell down her face and she gripped her fathers picture tightly in a warm embrace. She didn't show her emotion often, she didn't want people to see her looking weak, because she really wasn't at all.

Her digital clock read "23:07". That was the last thing she saw before her eyes closed lightly and she drifted off into sleep.

Chapter 1 finished!! If by some miracle that someone's actually reading this, please let me know what you think of this!!