Hope

Sally's POV

Shit. He saw it. He saw my scar. What was I going to do? What could I do?
It was bad enough having one person following you around like a lost lamb, but another...
Stop it, he doesn't have to know. I'll come up with something.
I need someone. I need my mum. We were fine. We were a team. Until...
I couldn't help the tears splash down my face.

//Flashback//

"Mum?" I called out for her.
"M-mum are you alright?" Her and Mikey had a fight last night. I just hope he didn't hit her.
"Mum!"
She was sitting on the sofa, crying.
"Mum? Are you ok?" I put my arm around her small shoulders. She was just like a child.
"Mum, did he hurt you?" She shrugged my hand away, flinching at my touch.
"Shut your mouth you little brat!" I was startled at her harsh words.
"Who do you think you are? You don't understand. He doesn't mean it! He would never want to hurt me. H-he wouldn't ... Never ... I love him." She broke down at her last sentence.
She looked up at me. There was a massive bruise under her left eye.
"Mum! You can't let him do this to you!" I couldn't explain how horrible it was, seeing my mum like this.
"Sally. You're just a little kid. You don't understand. He was drunk, he didn't mean it! It was my fault! I was just grumpy, you know me..."
But that was it. I didn't know her. The mum I once knew had left, gone replaced with a strange, new, angry one. She could be really, really happy sometimes, like really happy, her and Mikey. But most of the time she was really low, smoking and crying to herself.
"No mum, I don't. I just want my old mum back." I snuggled my head into her chest.
"Darling, it is me. I'm your mum. I love you. One day... When you get a man, you- you'll understand." She stroked my head.
I would never ever get a man.

//End of Flashback//

What was I saying?! We were never a team! She was just obsessed with him! And the drugs. Yes the drugs.

Kasey's POV

God! That was the worst night's sleep I had ever had. All I could think of now was getting out of here ASAP. I would never come here, or anywhere like here again. I needed to get out of this motel because I had just heard a woman screaming in the room above all night. I think there was a man too. It was all very scary, and they seemed to be having some massive argument. Anyway, It sounded very violent and I needed to get out of here.
A shower? Glancing at the grimy bathroom, I thought no.
Quickly I shoved on the first outfit I could put together. I questioned if I should go with a pretty purple shirt, but in the end, my low sellf esteem got the better of me. I was, though, going to put a bit more makeup on. It was a step forward to a new identity. A very small step.
My pretty curls were now a messy tangle. I brushed it out, andd my hair returned to normal. I quickly checked the mirror, and left with my bag.
I had barely left my room when I heard a deep voice behind me.
"Leaving already?" I spun around to face a tall, broad man, in his late 20's. I ignored him, locking my door. I turned to walk away, but he was blocking my path.
"Hey hey where are you going?" He chuckled
"Let me go!" I said. He was intimidating, and I really was pretty scared right now.
"Where do you want to go? I would like to take you somewhere... My room." His eyes trailed up and down my body.
"What do you want?" I was very worried now.
"You." He smirked. I shudddered in disgust. I needed to get out of here. Now. I was needy, but I was better than this place.
I tried to walk past him, but he blocked me. I shoved him, but I just ended going back with the effort. In the end I just screamed out- "HELP!"
Then he pushed me against the wall, covering my mouth.
"Like I said, you ain't going nowhere honey. Shall I take you to my room? Or maybe just here." He laughed, kissing my neck.
I was terrified. He was too strong. I couldn't fight him off, what could I do? Weak spots? Then it hit me. I had never fought a boy in my life, especially a man, but I knew hitting them in the balls hurt. A lot. I gripped onto the little hope I had that I wasn't going to get raped, and I kneed him in the crotch. He broke his grip on me and I ran away, but not before I heard him shout
"Bitch"

Sally POV

I had been moping around in my room for over an hour, when I heard Janet call us for dinner. Damn! I didn't want to go down there and face Michael! I just wanted to stay here. Hopefully for the rest of my godforsaken life. But if I stayed in my room too long I knew Janet would be worried. I was her big case, a problem child, I was probably the only one here who had issues. When I first came here, out of the secure unit, I was in a bad state. I cut, I binged, and I was hanging around with 'The wrong kind' so they could buy me booze. I liked getting wasted. I still like getting wasted now. It helps me forget some of the biggest issues in my life.
She still thought I was in a bad state, but she didn't realise that I was ok now. I was great. I was fine.
As I trooped down the stairs, my thoughts trailed back to Kasey. She had been gone several hours now. A part of me, a bitchy part of me, wanted to snitch on her, It would be funny, watching her fail. I would tell everyone how she didn't even get past the train station. But, a 'Weareallinthishometogether' ( we are all in this home together:) part of me wanted to help her, to see how far she gets. I wondered where she was. She had shown me a different side to her earlier, a determined side. Well lets see how far she gets. Dozy Janet probably won't even notice she's missing ha!
I entered the kitchen, and sat at the table. I felt Michael's eyes on me. I was just going to eat a mouthful, and go back upstairs. I couldn't face his questions. Little daniel was staring at me. I glared at him and looked around the table. What a pathetic bunch of little kids we have.
I ate a mouthful, I could only stand a mouthful, the food here was crap. Chicken stu? Tasted more like chicken puke.
I ran upstairs, picking up the speed when I heard footsteps behind me. I reached the landing, sprinting to my room.
Too late. I felt someone grap me and pull me into his room. Michael.
"What the fuck?" I yelled at him.
"Tell me." He said calmly.
"Tell you what?"
"Oh come on! Tell me why you ran from my room crying! And what that red mark was."
"I don't have to tell you anything." I spat.
"Don't you think I deserve to know?" Ha! Why would he deserve to know anything?
"What is it?" He asked, a concerned look in his eyes.
"Leave it Michael, why do you care?" I avoided looking in his eyes.
He looked hurt.
"S-Sally I do care about you." He looked the floor.
"Well you shouldn't. You shouldn't care about me."
"But I do."
"Michael. Do you really want to know? Do you really want to know why I got that scar?"
He nodded. He looked so innocet. I was going to shock him. To get that stupid innocent look out of his beautiful blue eyes.
"Well seen as you are so fucking nosy I might as well tell you. My mum, yeah, She did drugs," I was talking in a dumb, slow patronising way, like I was speaking to a toddler.
"Yeah, and she and her boyfriend could be very unpredictable. They probably didn't know what they were doing, but my mum and her boyfriend burnt me with a hot iron. They burnt my hair, and they burnt my face. Also, they stubbed they're cigarette butts on me. Wanna fucking see?" I lifted up my shirt just showing him the scars on my back.
"Well, my mum tried to take me out of school as long as possible, but the social came. They came and they found me, with burnt hair, and a burnt face. That was your fucking story. Did you like it?"
I broke down and ran out of his room. Didn't he see that I didn't want to talk about it?
Didn't he?

Kasey's POV

I was shivering, Standing alone in the platform. It wasn't cold, But that wasn't why I was shivering. There were no ticket barriers, thank god. But the guard would probably just let me through when he saw how pathetic I looked. I checked myself in my mirror. I looked a mess and my eye makeup smudged. I decided I'd just take it all off. I didn't want to attract any more creepy guys.
I checked the time.15:34, 5 minutes until my train. I sat on a bench and ate my Greggs sausage roll.
I couldn't trust anyone. No one is on your side, Kasey, no one is on your side.
What was the point of this? What was the point of life? None for me.
No one cares. No one fucking cares I felt like screaming out. I wonder whats going on back in the home. I bet no one has even noticed I'm gone. Because no one cares.
I looked around, There was no one here, except for a guy sitting a few seats along, in a long, black coat. Unsuitable for weather like this.
I laughed to myself. There was no point of life anymore. None. Seriously how far did I think I was going to get? I should have listened to Keller. She was right, I am pathetic. They would catch me. And put me in the secure unit. Where I would be locked in a room for weeks. I couldn't face that. It is just so much easier to - to end it. To end this stupid life.
I heard my train coming. Doncaster it said on it. It's a shame. I never quite got to doncaster.
I heard the man next to me get up. I ignored him. He wouldn't save me.
The train was getting closer. I shrugged my bag off my shoulders, and I walked towards the tracks. I felt adrenaline rush through me. This is it. Goodbye Kasey.
I stepped out in front of the train.

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