The Story Of Olivia Brinwood

I stood in my bathroom looking in the mirror you could see my eye bags so bad and the bruise on my rib a dark shade of purple. This was caused by my own father its a wonder I still call him that. You guys may be questioning is your mom dead or something. Oh hell no! That b***h is out there somewhere right now with my 2 brothers having the time of their lives. They didn't care about me my mom left my dad a few years back my dad became sad and angry . He blamed me for my mom leaving . But in my defense wouldn't you leave someone if they sometimes abused you. And I kind of know why my mom left me behind I think its because she secretly blamed me for my twin sister's death. After all it was all my fault if I hadn't ignored her that night, if I had gone with her maybe she will still be alive walking, laughing and smiling. She was my best friend or to the extent I would say my only friend. I wish she was here instead for me I didn't deserve life I was worthless; at least thats what they say. My sister was always the best between us too. My mom and dad clearly loved her more. She always brought praises to the Brinwood family. When I was just a loner who didn't bother doing anything. The only thing that made me feel like I had meaning was singing. But I wasn't confident to show my talent. I loved to sing my sister sometimes cheered me on. She told me I had a good voice . Olivia you need to get your s**t together you are strong I said like a mantra. But I knew I wasn't if I was I wouldn't have razors and a blade which I use to stab myself. Right now I shouldn't be here after all my 4 suicide attempts. No one wants me here if I went no one would notice that I am gone. But if there is one thing I know there was always a bright part of every story after all my attempts of suicide its like something wants me to stay so I am gonna complete School save the money I gain from waitressing and go to college and gain a degree in Art and Literature and become a writer. I put my over wavy red-brown hair into a messy bun and wore my hoodie. My dad made sure never to touch my face so I didn't really need makeup. I walked to School. In other words my second my second hell home. I walked to my locker and then. Arabella the School's Queen B tripped me , I fell to the ground I was about to get up an they kicked me in the ribs her f*****g heel connected to my bruised area it hurt like a frkkin b***h. I could have fought them and kicked their asses but sometimes its better to do nothing . ' Nobody will ever want you Olivia. Even your own mother and brothers didn't love you after all who will love a murder. It is your fault that Cleo isn't here . Cleo deserved everything and you deserve to be wiped off the face of the earth after all you are nothing.' Did she think I didn't know that. I know that more than anyone in this world. Did she think I didn't want to go. I want to leave here more than the speed of light. I didn't want to fight because this was my daily punishment for killing Cleo. And it will be like this while I am still alive and breathing. Caleo P.O.V I sat in my room and was playing my guitar and singing. I just recently moved schools. And I am starting my new School today. I took wore my black shirt and added a black leather jacket and jeans. I took my bag and my guitar . I headed down the stairs and into my car. I reached the gates of the School and everyone was staring at my car. I mean who won't stare at such a beauty my beautiful . Basically I bought it two months so and t still looks as if I just got it yesterday. I pulled up in one of the parking lots. And got out I slang my bag over my shoulder and put on my shades and headed inside. All the girls were calling me and winking; hoes. I saw one girl who looked like the barbie of the School and her friends she turned and saw me. She grinned and headed towards me. Behind her was a girl she was lying on the floor she was coughing up blood into her hands and wiped it off as if it was nothing she tried to get up but she couldn't. You could tell she was struggling. I put two and two together and realized they had been bullying her. I walked past the Barbie and went to her side and offered a hand. She looked away and made an attempt to get up but she couldn't she turned to look at my hand still there. Shock was plastered on her face .She took ahold of my hand and I lifted her up . She mattered a small thank you. 'Why were you letting them bully you ' I asked her. 'Because I deserve it.' She said opening her locker she pulled her hoodie in front of her face you could not even see her face. And I hadn't seen her face, I wonder why she is doing that. 'Nobody deserves to be bullied um..' 'Olivia' She said 'What' 'My name. Its Olivia Brinwood. ' She said and walked away. I just stood there first of all her voice sounded so emotionless I was even surprised. And her skin looked pale. I wanted to follow her but the bell rang. So I will be doing that another time. Right now what I need is my Schedule.