I sat up in bed, yet again at an ungodly hour. My head swirled as I was lost in my own world. I listened to the voices in my head yell at me like my father used to do.
"WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!"
I flinched when I remembered how his open palm came down and collided with my tear stained cheek. I felt sick. He was right... "Who'd love a failure like me..?" I muttered as I chuckled to myself. I felt my eyes well with salty tears.
I shook my head and wiped them away with the back of my hand. My throat felt dry and my head pounded, I stumbled out of bed and made my way to the kitchen. The light of the refrigerator blinded me as I reached in for a bottle of water.
I jump when I hear a crackling familiar voice behind me.
I curse loudly when I drop my water bottle and it lands on my foot. I covered my mouth with a tint of red dusting my cheeks. (Not dem cheeks ಠ_ಠ)
"Sorry..!" I whisper yell trying to keep my voice down, careful not to wake the others. I picke...