Broken Glass

RUN! GET AWAY! GO! I screamed in my head. I wouldn't stand being hit another time. My head hurts, my leg is bleeding, my lip is busted, my cheek is broken, my sides hurts, and most importantly my pride. I could hardly see through the tears that was pouring from my eyes. I couldnt take another day, another second of pain. I saw him taking a another swing to my face. I ducked in time and limp my way to my room.

"GET BACK HERE SHADOW!" my father yelled. I knew my father was drunk, I knew he could've killed me if he wanted to. But people would asked qustions and my father doesn't get along with other people, except if it's his drunk friends. Which are all ugly, old, and fat. My breath wasnt normal and my heart pounded agaisnt my chest. I ran inside my room and locked the door quickly. I slid on my floor with my back against the door. My body tensed when I heard loud foot steps making their way towards my door. My heart Quickened when he started pounding on my door.

"OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR NOW!" my father yelled. My back was sore and it hurt when the door began to hit against it. My weight wasnt enough to hold the door from breaking down. I had to think of something quick before something really bad happens.

"NO. WHY DONT YOU GO WITH YOUR FRIENDS SOMEWHERE!" I yelled. My voice was dry and unsteady because of my breathing. The pounding stopped but I knew he was still near the door. He stood their for a mintue before saying,

"you're right for once. You fucking whore" he said. I heard his footsteps fade and closed my eyes tight, unwilling to let the tears fall down. I stood up slowly wincing at the pain but ignored it and limped my way to my bed.

My eyes shot opened and I could feel the sun shine on my skin. Which I didnt like at all. The sun reminds me of my mothers face when she wakes up every morning, bringing the house alive. Those were the good days, the days before my mom past away, the days before my father became who he is today. My father drink to ease the pain. The pain he suffer everyday without seeing my mother face in the morning like he use to.He blame me for not kepping her safe, for not being there when she needed me the most. I started to panic when I didnt hear my father's foot steps. I glance at my clock. It was already past 7. He should be here pounding on my door, telling me to get up. Something isnt right. I lifted my self slowly, not forgetting I was sore and still in pain, and made my way towards the bathroom. I stopped and stood in front of the mirror and stared. My cheek was surely broken. You can tell by the color. If I just wear a hoodie nobody would notice. Its not like no one notice me anyway. I groaned and look down at my leg. I close my eyes remembering what happen.

Flash Back

I stood infront of my father shaken. I could tell my father was drunk, like always. The nasty smell of alcohol invaded the living room, his terrory. He was standing right in front of me, wearing an old white tank top, smeared in dirt with some holes on it; some ripped black pants, and black running shoes with holes in them. His face is full of wrinkles and he has a gray mustache and beard. His brown eyes were droopy and staring right at my jade eyes.

"WHERE THE HELL YOU BEEN!" he yelled.

"In school. I told you I get out early today"

"DONT TALK BACK TO ME!" My automatic response was my hands went straight to block my face, because that's what he always hits first. This time, he kicked me right in the stomach. The impact was so hard and it hurt so fucking badly. I could feel one of my ribs breaking and my stomach being tossed back. I instantly fell back. My face on top of the rugged floor and my body twisted on top of it. My hands strap the floor. I could feel metallic liquid forming and exiting my mouth.I groaned in pain and placed my hand on my stomach area. I gritted my teeth, to stop from crying out. But i couldnt stop the tears that was falling from my eyes. He smirked.

"That teach ya" he before he started to hit me again.

End Of Flash Back

My eyes were shut tight and tears were burning the coners of them, begging to be let out. I hate it when I show emotion of any type. I love my father with all my heart but I must be fucking crazy to love someone who has been beating on you. My father is still my father and he's the only person I got. I groan and went to take a hot bath. Yes a hot bath will ease my pain.

After taking a long nice bath, I felt refesh. A feeling I only feel for a few hours. There will be fresh clean cuts that would cover up the old cuts that was planted and curved on my back. I glanced at my clock again. 8:30, oh well its not like people in school would care if Im late or not. I looked through my closet and started picking out clothers to wear.I picked out baggy black chained pants and a pink and black shirt.I got a beanie and put it over my long blond,red and black hair , then I got my pink eye shadow and black eyeliner and put some on. I then grab my skatebording shoes and got my skatebored and messeger bag,then finally left. I didnt take a look to see if my father was in the living room, I just left. When I got out side I took out my black i-pod and put my black earphones in my ear and started to skate to school. I wanted to just get away from my house and wanted to get this day over with. Being so caught up in my thoughts, I havent realize I was skating right into someone. It was to late to stop so I just waited for the hard inpact. Only to be disappointed when it didnt come. I felt a strong arm wrapped around my waist and when I looked up I was held by a person with dark and almost light red eyes. I blink and stared, and countine to stare. Wow, was the only word I could say. I never in my life saw a person so, so, so amazingly handsome, enough to take my breath away. He had snow white hair and when he smiled it was creepy but the kind of relaxing creepy, which showed his teeth which was white and pointed like shark teeth. He was wearing a dark blue t-shirt—it could pass for black—and dark ripped jeans, black Vans accompanied his outfit. Whoa..no boy, I mean no boy ever had this kind of affect on me.

" Hey there. Are you alright?" the boy said. I just realize I was still in the boys arm. I blushed.

"Uh....yea t-thanks" I said. He just smirked back.

"Your face is red, are you sure your ok?"

I blushed somemore. If I said I was ok, then Im ok damnit.

"Can you let go of me?" I asked.

"Oh yea sorry" he said letting go of me. I stood up and brushed my clothers.

"By the looks of it, you look like your the gothic type" He just kept smirking.

"And what if I am?"

"There's nothing wrong with being gothic. I think gothic types are cool"

"Really?, because my dad thinks gothic types are worthless"I whispered. He did a little "Tsk"

"Then your dad is so uncool"

I look at him and smiled.

"Nice to know someone else is on the same page of me" I said.There was nothing but silence. During that silence we didnt do nothing but looked at each other. I felt like I was getting lost under his glaze. I tore my eyes away from him.

"u-uh t-thanks for catching me. Im Shadow my the way"I said sticking out my hand. He took it with one his his right hand.

"Its Soul" He said. I let go and turned and ran. What the hell is wrong with me? I forgot all about school. No i shouldnt use school as a excuse, it was him. He was the one I couldnt stand to be around and I just meet the guy. He's the first guy, the first person to talk to be person to person. Soul........