Asher’s POV:
The sunlight shone directly on my face, effectively waking me up from the short amount of sleep I’m lucky enough to get. My body hurts all over, but thats nothing new.
I force myself to deal with the pain and get myself off my mattress on the floor. Every move I make sends a new eruption of pain coursing through me, but I have to get up and to school. I know that If I miss school I’m going to be in a much worse state then I’m in right now. So with that thought I make my way to the bathroom. I look at the mirror, and I’m absolutely disgusted with what I see.
My cloths are ripped and have patches of dry blood, my face has heavy bags under my once bright eyes, now their just dull, faded and empty. I have a busted lip and my cheek bones sticking out slightly more than it should. I lift up my shirt to inspect the damage done there. My skin is literally paler than a vampire and littered with an array of purples and blues from the newest bruises, but the older ones have turned a sickly green yellow colour. I can see me ribs practically bursting out my skin and my non existent stomach is caved in. There are too many silvery scars to count, some small from a few cuts, others were much bigger. I didn’t even want to see my back.
I’m a freak, I’m just some pathetic, tiny wast of space, son of the Black Hood. The though of leaving this wretched world has often reappeared in my mind. The only thing that stops me every time is my mother. She told me of how beautiful the world can be, and I want to see that beauty again one day before I go.
Sighing I grab my cloth and run it through the hot water in the sink. Once its clean and warm I use it to wipe off the blood and dirt from my body, and the heat feel good on my bruises and tender skin. Once I finish I go to get dressed In black Jeans and some random dark blue t-shirt before slipping into my favourite plain black jumper. I really couldn’t care less about the mop of hair on my head, I have a hood for a reason.
Finishing getting ready I grab my back pack and start to make my way out the door and down the stairs as silently as possible. I pass the living room were my dad is taking to his right hand man, some other men I don’t know and my brother. Zak use to protect me from dad, he used to love me more than anything. But grief of my mother got to him and he turned to the stupid drugs from my dad, now he cant even stand up for himself let alone me. He fell into my father grasp so easily. For a while I hated him for it, I still do but at the same time I just feel sorry for him.
I try my best to slowly open the front door, but the stupid thing betrayed me and creeks like hell. This caught the devil’s attention.
“HEY!! Where do you think your going bitch?” His voice boomed off the walls and he stormed his way over to me. I just stand there, frozen in fear as my entire body trembles and threatens to give way underneath me. Once he reached me his hand shot to me fragile neck, grasping it with such strength and slowly lifting me way from the floor until I was barely in my tip toes.
“I asked you a question whore, use you mouth and answer the fucking question.”the words seeped out his venomous tongue. I can feel the blood loss in my head, it feel is like its getting bigger and bigger the less blood there is until I’m begging for it to just explode, just be rid of the pain.
“I….I….sc….”I try to form the words but with him choking me its harder than usual for me.
“I cant hear you fag, SPEAK UP!!”
“sch…ool….school”I finally manage to rasp out. He nods his head with that sickening slime of his and swings a punch to my stomach, then he left me to fall to the floor. Gasping and coughing, desperate to get air to my lungs I get dizzy from all the blood returning to my head. With one hand on my throat and the other around my throbbing stomach I lift my head just enough to see Zak’s face, painted with pure guilt.
“Get the fuck out you pice of shit.”I don’t have to be told twice. With in second I scramble to my feet and out the door.
As I reach the school gate the familiar fear creeps its way back. School isn’t much of my safe haven. It was more like going from on hell to a slightly less hellish hell. Either way it was hell.
Justin used to be my friend, for a while I didn’t mind the abuse from dad when I was with him. That friendship didn’t last very long though. I told him I was gay, and he was ok with that, but when he found out my dad was the Black Hood he turned on me. He didn’t just stop being my friend, no. He outed me to the whole school about being gay, and now he’s one of my main bullies on top of that. Needless to say he was my first and last friend in this place.
I pull up my hood to cover my face as much as possible as I pass him and his group of jocks. Using that fact that I’m a midget I hide myself behind other, taller students until I’ve passed him. Thank the lord!!. And I head to my first period, biology.
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