Angel from hell

I woke up the next morning, refreshed. I crawled out of bed and headed to the bathroom.
"shit." I whined as the warm water hit the deep red cuts on my hip.

After I put my usual eyeliner and mascara on and dried my hair, I exited the bathroom and went back into my room. I sighed as I picked up my phone. Should I text him? Or not?

Getting too deep into my thought, and getting frustrated, I threw my phone down on my bed and sat on the floor.

I fumbled my fingers as I thought. Why doesn't HE text me. Why doesn't HE call me. Why should I have to? Is it because I miss him?.... I stood back up and grabbed my phone. I plugged my earbuds into it and put on some pierce the veil.

Walking downstairs, I thought my mom and dad had already left to work. But, I guess not. They must've not heard me coming down the stairs. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I looked to my left to see dad repeatedly kicking mom. I sighed and hurried and ran ,out to the right of me, to the door before they could notice me.

I started to walk to school, listening to Selfish Machines. Now I know what you're probably thinking,
"Why doesn't she help her goddamn mother!"

Ive told you this before. I can't help. If I try to then my dad will not only beat me, but beat my mom even harder. Believe me, I've tried to stand up to that douche before.


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Opening the front doors to the school, I saw Athena in the same place today. Only, she looked like a mess. Like she hasn't slept in ages.

"Hey." I said when I reached her.

"Trevor I'm busy."

"Where did you go yesterday."

"Trevor! I can't talk right now. Please leave."

I looked down and started to walk away. Why was my fucking best friend hiding something from me...... Oh wait...... Yeah. I'm a horrible best friend.

The bell rang and I hurried to math. Thinking I wasn't going to see Athena in there today either, I was surprised when she came in to the class 5 minutes late. She took her assigned seat In the back row, to the right of me. I looked at her. She looked at me.

I took out a piece of paper and began to write a note to Athena,

"I'm so confused."

I gave the note to her, keeping my hand low so the teacher didn't see. About two minutes later she passed back the piece of paper.

"I'll tell you, soon. I'm figuring-" and just like that the note was out of my hands.

"Passing notes in my class, ay?" Mrs. Hawn, my math teacher said, quite loud.

"Sorry." I said shyly. She ripped up the piece of paper and threw it away. Man, fuck her.

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And at lunch, Athena was there. But sitting at her own table by her own self. I didn't bother her. The whole rest of the day I couldn't get it off my mind, what the rest said on that note.

And after school, she wasn't by the oak tree.

I just walked home. By myself. Again. I arrived at my house about 30 minutes later. This time my mom and dad actually gone. I entered the house and ran upstairs to my room and got started on my homework.

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