If It Never Happened ⚣

Chapter 23- October 28th 2016

True P.O.V

People say to count your blessings and not your flaws. I have an issue with that. What blessings are there to count? I know for other people, this saying is probably true. For me? I have more flaws than blessings.

My life has taken a literally down-hill spiral. And it all started this morning.

I woke to hear the alarm clock; in my brother's room. I, myself, don't have an alarm clock. I could get one, but my siblings may break it saying it's too loud.

I sigh as I rub my face with my hands wishing it was Saturday and not Friday but I could wish as much as I wanted, it would still be Friday.

I know, Friday is the last day of school for the week! Video game time! That is the normal teenager. Me, oh shit I'm going to be stuck in a house with people that hate me.

So Friday is probably a 50/50 kind of day. Good because I can get away from my bullies, bad because of my family.

That's what ran through my head as I got dressed. Of course, since my life just sucks, my brother, I'm going to let you guess which one, slammed my door open.

Thankfully I was decent, I just happened to be putting my shoes on when he burst in.

"Hurry the hell up!!" He shouted at me in his once-friendly voice. With that my brother left, slamming my door closed, causing me to jump, the sigh.

If you previously guessed it was Chris, you were right. Another thing about Friday's, it was party night. Not like a high school party, Chris has one whenever both our parents are gone and the younger siblings are out of the house, either with the parents or at a friends house.

The party I'm talking about is the one our parents take us to, one because of dad's job. I don't usually have to go but last night father had told me I was going to this one, or he'd beat with a belt, like last time I disobeyed him.

I usually stood by my family and did nothing, I think they liked it that way because I couldn't embarrass them. They care more about their image than they're family. Pitiful.

I usually wore a hoodie and ignored everyone around me. The only time I'm noticed is when dad introduces the family. He can't really skip over me, we sort of having to stand in age order, meaning I have to stand between Chris and Madisyn, she was born before Michael. Everyone loves twins!

And everyone hates True. It's a shame, really.

I slip on my left shoe before grabbing my phone, and headphones and stashing them in my pocket. I grab my side sack and walk out of my room, not even caring if my siblings were in the hallways or not. One was.

Madisyn was simply walking by my room, but when she saw my door open, she decided to slow down.

"Freak!" She hisses at me before skipping down the stairs.

"Freak!"

"I hate you!"

"Mistake!!!"

I shake those thoughts out of my head, I can't be thinking those things.

Those thoughts don't help.

They never do.

I sigh before walking slowly down the stairs, unconsciously rubbing my cut stomach. I didn't notice the rubbing before I was in the kitchen and I caught Bryan staring at me, rubbing the cut area that he'd seen bleeding no more than a week ago.

I stopped rubbing the spot instantly. His gaze snapped up to my face, I noticed his eyes rimmed with tears that haven't fallen.

I quickly left the kitchen and was about to leave when a voice I fear more than the others stopped me.