Stranger

Prologue
I'm that girl who sits in the corner.

Who is called the freak.

Who no one gets near to.

Who people label as the emo, the suicidal.

Welcome to my life.

Chapter 1
It was a normal morning.

And by normal, I mean your step-dad beating you up and throwing beer bottles at you.

Mom died a few years ago, leaving a lot of money to him. But in her will, he could only take it if he promised to take care of me. Her lawyer comes every now and then to check, and he faked that everything was okay. He threatened to kill me if I told him.

His mouth smelled of the cheap beer in his hand, and he cursed. He threw a bottle at me, and I ducked. It barely missed me. He cursed with the four-letter word, and told me to pick them up or he would beat me up. I knew he was dead serious about beating me up. I picked up the shards one by one, and picked the last one, a sharp, long bit. I suddenly felt a pierce in my hand, and fresh blood oozed out of the cut. It was really nasty. I put them in the dustbin ran to my room to get some antiseptic and bandage. I rubbed the antiseptic. I looked at it again. It stretched from end to end in my left palm. I quickly wrapped it in bandage and went downstairs quietly, my backpack in my back. I picked up a bottle of water, and sneaked to the door in the living room, where my step-dad was asleep.

I ran out to the bus stop, no tears in my eyes. I was too hurt already to feel the pain.