MY beginning (CHAPTER ONE)
*AKARI*
Today I woke up to the smell of shochu (beer).
The familiar scratched off paint on the wall gave a depressing vibe throughout my room.
I had almost forgot today was the first day of "back to school"
I dreaded the thought of waking up way too early everyday.
I looked at the time and tried to make it to the bathroom as quietly as I could, carefule not to make a sound.
My mess greeted me as I stepped inside, and the smell of dirty socks lingered in the air.
I hated showers not only because my mirror reminded me everyday of my abuse, but because of the pain that followed after my bruises and cuts touched the hot water.
After the shower I quietly tiptoed my way to
my dresser and got out my uniform.
My uniform is a plain black skirt, a white colored loose shirt, finished off with a tie that fell to my stomache.Thankfully knee high black socks were part of my uniform meaning
my scars would be hidden
I put on my black shoes and grabbed my bookbag.
Trying to get out of the front door was the hardest part of my mornings. I quietly walked down the hardwood stairs, to see that guy(dad) sitting on the couch facing towards the front door, he had been waiting for me.
The look on his face scared me more than the belt in his hand.
"Dad... good morning"
He just sat there and looked at me for what felt like hours, I slowly walked a little closer but stopped when he stood up.
"IT'S YOUR FAULT!"
His loud words made me flinch and stumble back falling on my head.
He walked closer then grabbed my hair pulling me onto my feet.
Before I knew it I felt a hard slap on my face and the pain followed soon after.
I could only cry, and hurried to stand back up before he got even angrier.
He grabbed the bottle of shochu and smashed it on the wall pointing the broken piece of glass at me.
I knew he was drunk and wasn't thinking straight so I was sensible enough to get out of there. I ran back towards the front door and swung it open before he had the chance to grab me.
I ran until I came to the street full of people that led to my school. I started walking at a slow pace towards my school but strangely everyong was staring at me.
Was there something wrong with my face?
I suddenly felt a rush of pain. THE SLAP, I hesitantly brought my hand up to my face and immediately felt a rush of pain through my body.
I looked at my blood covered hand and ran to into the school covering my face with my hands until I made it to the restroom.
Once I looked in the mirror I was in disbeliefe. He slapped me so hard his handprint was visible.
I couldn't hold it back anymore the tears came pouring out of my eyes and I wasn't in control anymore.
I hurried to get into a stall to let the rest of my tears out before going to class.
After ten minutes passed I knew I had to hurry my ass up and get to class but I still needed time to cover the huge hand print.
Thank God I brought my makeup with me,
I hurried to dab over some concealer and
Place a few strands of my hair to the front of my face just in case.
Class should be starting any second now.
