This is my first story so please enjoy it I can't wait to see who votes for it. =^.^=
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Scarlet's POV
I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock and sighed. I could hear my mom coming in the house after a long night of drinking and using drugs. I turned to the my clock and saw it was 6:30am. Then, I lifted my arms up and stretched my back until I heard a satisfying pop. "Ahhh... Now it's time for my hell to begin." I hopped out of bed and landed softly on the ground softly enough enough so I wouldn't disturbed my mother. It's 'Monday so you know what that means' I thought to myself. I walked into my bathroom and took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, and brushed my long, thick silver hair. (Like girls in anime) I gazed in the mirror and looked at my puffy, blue eyes and saw they were still slightly black from a few days ago. I sighed once more and walked back into my room and grabbed my favorite white skinny jeans with slight rips on the knees and a blue hoodie. I put on my clothes and grabbed my phone and my backpack and saw that it was only 7:00 school wouldn't start for about another hour. I slowly snuck out my room and downstairs until a felt a light push on my back causing me to fall to the bottom of the stair. I felt hot tears fill my eyes knowing exactly who it was. "Get up you little slut" she called out. I turned around and faced no other than my older sister Melody. (Thought it was the mother huh? Haha double take bishes!) "S-sis please l-leave me alone m-mom's home." I said shaking in fear. Melody walked down the stairs with a smirk on her face and said."Oh don't worry about her that drunken whore is out like a light thanks to those sleeping pills." I felt tears rushing down my cheeks as I gazed at my sister. She has been abusing me since I was 5, and she always talked bad about mother. Though mom always acted as if she was concerned she was too naive to see that her oldest daughter was abusing me. I always wore clothes that covered my bruises so no one would find out, but on the inside I was screaming for help. I don't know why sis always hurt me, but I assume it was because of my birth defects. I was born with straight silver hair and blue eyes while my mom and sister had Long naturally wavey brown hair and dark brown eyes. My skin was pale and they had beautiful caramel colored skin. I wasn't expected to live long when I was born, but 16 years later here I am as strong and as healthy as the next guy. I started to get up and run out the house before my sister could catch me, but I knew I would have to deal with her when I got home. That's when mom was gone. I started running to school not stopping for anything while tears streamed down my cheeks while I thought 'I hate my life, I hate everything why was I even born into this hell hole' I kept thinking about that as I made it to school where hell truly began.
