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I've never been one for showing how I feel.

It's hard when the only thing you know is that it ends up getting you hurt.

"Mom...? I'm scared. Dad's drunk again and is yelling…" I said quietly as if someone else was listening. It almost felt like if I talked in a normal tone she would think I was being sassy... I wasn't. I never was. Not against anyone. Not even my teacher like most of the kids at my school.

"You're fine. Just go to sleep and leave me alone."

That hit hard. But I was used to it, she never had time as she was too busy working or yelling at dad.. I just shook it off and walked to my room. My room was the same as it always has been, dull blue walls, a white mattress with a blanket, a window, and a mirror. I walk over to the mirror to look at myself,I study my long dark black hair, that kinda looks like obsidian, my pale blue almost grey eyes. Where'd I even get them from? My dad has brown eyes and so does my mom. I do it a lot. I don't exactly know why. Maybe because I think that I'll like what I see one day?.. No, that's silly. I gently touch the mirror where my hand is as if expecting it to pull me in and show me a wonderland. One with people who weren't just pretending it's all fine. One where I could go outside without having to boil under a sweater that covers my arms and back. One where I felt happy about coming home from school.

What am I waiting for? It feels so.. Incomplete. And even wrong maybe? No. I knew better than that. I knew a lot, I just never admitted it. Not that it changed that I still knew. I knew my parents didn't love each other. I knew my teachers thought I was mute. I knew kids gossiped I was a ghost or vampire, it was silly. But it still hurts to imagine that people think I would kill someone. I wouldn't hurt anyone. Not even the ones who I desperately hate... Would I...? Definitely not. I wouldn't do that. Ever. That's terrible! There's no reason to hurt someone!

"ASH GET YOUR USELESS @SS OVER HERE."

My dad scared me. So did my mom. But my dad was more physical and knew how to make me cry if he wanted to. I run over quickly to the living room. My dad stands up mad at something again. He's a large 6,7, and I'm just 5 foot. For now until I grow a bit more. I'm only 14 after all.

"Y-yes Dad..?"

I managed to squeak out trembling slightly. Why was I so scared? He was just drunk again. He wouldn't hurt me though. And I didn't at allthink he would... God was I wrong.

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