Silent

chapter 1

It's been three years since my father's low life left us high and dry. My mother Vicky Lane got married a year ago after only knowing my stepfather for a year. There are no other children in this family. It's a still motionless old house. The only company I have are my profound thoughts along with the gusts of wind that shakes the house by its hinges, and occasionally the opening as well as the slam of the door from where Paul Kane my stepfather comes in from his work shift at the power plant. He hardly speaks to me or looks at me. There's no fighting, no sound, just the taps of our feet on the rough wood floor. When you see Paul his eyes seem comparable to a box with a ball in it and a painted pain button on one side. He had lost his daughter Emily the previous years to a school shooting. The case was closed after a few months. When you see him in the streets walking you have to pity he's going through the unimaginable.

Every day is like a trance to wake up, go through the day with your head down, and then shower before bed. I headed to the shower locking the door behind me that cold night. I took my clothes off and turned on the shower not daring to look in the mirror. I’m not ready for the weekend to be over but then again I’m glad to be out of this silent house for eight hours.

I grabbed the soap and washed my hair, my hideous body, and my face. I let the water rinse the soap and I turned the water off, getting out and drying my body off. I wrapped the towel around me and unlocked the bathroom door making a dash to my room and locking the door also. I went to my pastel pink dresser and pulled out a T-shirt, underwear, and some shorts. I let the towel drop to the floor and I put my clothes on, see I usually don't wear a bra to bed because I know it's bad for your breasts. At least I care about my body but I don't take care of it except for the little things like this.

I stood in front of my mirror that has a crack going down the center and sneered at myself. I have silver eyes that look bland and dead. I hate them. I have scars and bruises along my face. I hate them. My lips are always chapped because I can't afford chapstick. I have long wavy chestnut hair that is always soft and smooth. You would think in a small town more than one person besides your mother would have naturally brown hair. Most of everyone in this town has raven or golden hair. My hair makes me an outcast. The only attractive thing about me is my teeth. Perfectly white and straight. Even the nerds are more popular than me. I’m the school ghost, I don’t talk, I don't have friends, and I'm always being harassed by the popular and rich. The scars on my face were from a boy I used to call mine. Luckily I have makeup to hide them from the world. By now I only have 4 hours of sleep before I get up to go to school. I walked over to my mattress, plopping down and falling into a dreamless sleep.