The Eyes of a Fallen Angel

'Kassy!'
"KASSY!"
ugh. There he goes again, yelling and screaming for no reason at all. What will it be this time? Breakfast is ready? Laundry needs doing? Dishes need doing? It seriously sucks here.

"KASSY FOR GODS SAKE I'VE CALLED YOU OVER AND OVER" Says the man my mother sees hope in, Timothy, as he storms into my room... barging through the door like he owns the place.
'One. don't ever come in to my room without knocking, Two. Don't use God's name in vain. Three. What do you want?' I reply, In the dirtiest tone a small girl like me can pull off. "Family meeting. Now."
What. Since when in the history of the world do we do 'family meetings'? Jesus, this know-it-all guy comes into my life, acts like he owns it, and then tries to enforce a freaking family meeting?

Let me just be clear with you guys that in no way am i 'all for God'. I don't believe, i just know he does, and to be able to correct him on one of his own teachings, is priceless.. I drag my body out of bed, down the hall, down stairs, and to my seat at the table. "oh, well good morning sunshine" my mum says with sarcasm bursting at the seams. 'yeah thanks' I reply. 'Alright! so, I have news for everyone" Timothy goes on to say... 'you realised that everyone but my mother hates you and you've made the right decision to leave?" i question, which in turn provokes the most disgusted stares from my mother, Timothy and my brother... come to think about it, it makes me smile inside. "um, no... We're moving!" Timothy says. Of course the prissy side of mum comes out as she almost cries with joy. My brother, being as idiotic as he is is happy as well, ugh, i hate this family. 'Now, don't get too excited. I know its very rushed and quickly put upon you all, but we leave in two days, so, have some breakfast and start packing!" As i remove myself from the table of blinding happiness, i can't help myself but to only prepare myself for the worst at this new place. I travel to my room, lock myself in, and find no other way to prepare myself than with a few more cuts.

Yes, I Kassy Evans, absolutely loathe myself, what of it? Its been a constant part of my life now for about two years, but, being the genius i am, i've managed to hide it. Keeping it to my thighs, stomach and upper wrists. Its all good though, mum wouldn't care, Timothy certainly wouldn't, my brother might, but he's rarely around to take notice anyway... and I don't have any friends around here who would care, so in my eyes, I'm all good.
I leave my cuts behind, 28 new ones in total, in little over an hour. I pull down my travel bags from the top cupboard, and start packing for a brand new version of hell that awaits...

Notes

Sorry it's very boring and extended in the first chapter, I had to set a solid idea in for myself as well as you guys haha. It might be a little slow at first, but please stay in for the rest. I'll try my best to get it done fast, and like i said, it might contain triggering things so please, if it is triggering for you stop reading. Leave any comments below xx