Diana
Prologue
Diana's POV
I woke up, relief washing over me. Dad didn't wake me up today by punching, kicking or shouting at me. I sat on my bed, looking at the very very small room I was in.
Everything was worn out; A worn out dresser with a broken mirror, A closet that barely had any clothes in it, without doors. A worn out bed that was absoloutly uncomfortable, And a depressed, crazy girl who's cutting herself sitting on it.
I sighed. My life is so fucked up, I thought to myself. I swung my legs over to the left side of the bed, wincing as my feet touched the freezing floor. Dad probably didn't pay for the heat, he never did anyway.
I was turning towards the bathroom, when I remembered that Dad wouldn't let me use the shower. If I did, he'd kill me, and I mean it, he'd do it.
I sighed as I walked towards the 'bedroom's -if you could call it that- door. My icy cold blue eyes scanned the hallway. He's not there. I tip toed down the stairs, terrified that he might be there, waiting for me with the same dirty smirk. The smirk that when I see it, the first word that pop in my head is rape.
I squeezed my eyes shut, clearing my mind of the flashbacks. I sighed for the third time this day, continuing my way down the stairs. I let out a deep breath that I didn't know that I've been holding, when I saw no sight of him. I can't believe it, this is the first time that I wake up without harming or finding him there.
I turned my gaze towards the door. I never had been able to escape that plain brown wooden door. I had never seen anything outside from the age five, I even couldn't see anything out the extremely high window that I couldn't even reach. It was the only window in this small, two stories stupid house.
From the moment my dear mom died, dad treated me like shit. And it's my chance to escape all of this pain he caused me.
"It's your chance, Diana." I whispered to myself. Your chance to escape. What if he found me? I don't care, I want to escape, right now.
I walked with shaky bare legs to the door. Your chance, your probably only chance. My trembling fingers were wrapped around the cold door knob, turning it slowly around. I opened the door, a cold breeze moved my hair out of my face.
"I'm free." I whispered of myself. "Free! Free!" I whispered shouted as I started walking out of our stupid yard, out of our stupid house, stupid fucking dad, and most of all, out of my stupid life.
I knew that life would be so hard outside on this heartless planet. But at least, no more rape, no more kicking, no more punching, no more harming, no more shouting drunkly, and hopefully no more pain from that manwhore, the man so called, dad.
"Time to start a new beginning." I said as I dragged my legs across the streets of the New York city.
I woke up, relief washing over me. Dad didn't wake me up today by punching, kicking or shouting at me. I sat on my bed, looking at the very very small room I was in.
Everything was worn out; A worn out dresser with a broken mirror, A closet that barely had any clothes in it, without doors. A worn out bed that was absoloutly uncomfortable, And a depressed, crazy girl who's cutting herself sitting on it.
I sighed. My life is so fucked up, I thought to myself. I swung my legs over to the left side of the bed, wincing as my feet touched the freezing floor. Dad probably didn't pay for the heat, he never did anyway.
I was turning towards the bathroom, when I remembered that Dad wouldn't let me use the shower. If I did, he'd kill me, and I mean it, he'd do it.
I sighed as I walked towards the 'bedroom's -if you could call it that- door. My icy cold blue eyes scanned the hallway. He's not there. I tip toed down the stairs, terrified that he might be there, waiting for me with the same dirty smirk. The smirk that when I see it, the first word that pop in my head is rape.
I squeezed my eyes shut, clearing my mind of the flashbacks. I sighed for the third time this day, continuing my way down the stairs. I let out a deep breath that I didn't know that I've been holding, when I saw no sight of him. I can't believe it, this is the first time that I wake up without harming or finding him there.
I turned my gaze towards the door. I never had been able to escape that plain brown wooden door. I had never seen anything outside from the age five, I even couldn't see anything out the extremely high window that I couldn't even reach. It was the only window in this small, two stories stupid house.
From the moment my dear mom died, dad treated me like shit. And it's my chance to escape all of this pain he caused me.
"It's your chance, Diana." I whispered to myself. Your chance to escape. What if he found me? I don't care, I want to escape, right now.
I walked with shaky bare legs to the door. Your chance, your probably only chance. My trembling fingers were wrapped around the cold door knob, turning it slowly around. I opened the door, a cold breeze moved my hair out of my face.
"I'm free." I whispered of myself. "Free! Free!" I whispered shouted as I started walking out of our stupid yard, out of our stupid house, stupid fucking dad, and most of all, out of my stupid life.
I knew that life would be so hard outside on this heartless planet. But at least, no more rape, no more kicking, no more punching, no more harming, no more shouting drunkly, and hopefully no more pain from that manwhore, the man so called, dad.
"Time to start a new beginning." I said as I dragged my legs across the streets of the New York city.
Notes
YAY! FINALLY THE FIRST CHAPTER OF MY SECOND STORY! Check out the first one! Teenage Dirtbag!
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xx Ashley E.
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7/15/16