Ambulance
Back To The Start
“GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED YOU LITTLE SHIT” my mom yells to me.
“IM ALREADY UP bitch”I say whispering the last part to myself.
I really hate it here. My mom yells at me and my dad and brother beat me. It’s almost like I stepped out of a fan fiction, but I already know that those stories are mostly made up. Hence the fan FICTION, fake.
Well sense I’m awake I might as well get up.
I swing my legs over the side of my bed and look around my room. My mattress on the floor and a cardboard box as my nightstand next to that, a small old worn out quilt for a blanket, not that it takes much to cover up my small body, and no pillow. My walls an old baby blue and a chalkboard wall that is covered in art doodles from the past 9 years of my life. A laundry basket with five articles of clothing and a pair of shoes next to that, my closet is covered in stickers. Be it band to brands, they are all there. Snowboarding and skateboarding brands are dominant, but some misfits and anthrax (as well as a lot more) have made their way onto the door. Inside the closet however, was depressing. There was 10 long sleeve shirts (a staple) and about 20 band tees. On the shelf on the top, which I needed a stool to reach, had 2 pairs of black skinny jeans, one pair in a lot better condition than the other, and a box of socks and a box of bras and such. In the bottom corner of my closet, way in the back was my pride and joys. My Jackson guitar that I’ve had sense I was 6, a clarinet that I have had sense I was 9 and my saxophone that I have had sense I was 11. All were bought for me by my great grandparents.
Getting off my bet I quickly grab a long black sleeve shirt and throw it on with an anthrax shirt over that. I put on some knee high Halloween socks with ghosts and the more worn out pair of skinny jeans and my vegan doc martins. I cautiously open up my door peering out and making sure no one is around, and quickly step into the bathroom right next to my room (super convenient might I add) as I turn on the light I avoid the mirror and turn on the straightener, my brothers actually, I would have to be quick today to make sure that it cools by the time that he is up and gets ready for school. The towel over the mirror from last night is still there, like I said I don’t want to look at myself. After a quick 15 minute straightening session I turn the straightener off (duh), and quietly open up the door of the bathroom and I am meet with a fist, straight to my face. Fuck that was my nose!
“Morning slut” says my brother literally kicking me out of the bathroom and into the hallway slamming the door on my ankle. I muffle a scream and fold up into a ball; I’ve learned things go better if I just stay quiet.
To my luck, my dad walk out of his room red faced, drunk. Of fucking course. I was almost in the clear until he stumbled onto me, quite literally might I add, and hit the wall face first.
At this I had to stifle a laugh, but I must have let a little giggle escape because he turned even redder in the face (if that is even possible).
“You think that was funny bitch! Then let me show you something hilarious!”Pulling me up from the floor and punching me in the gut and face over and over. Just when I thought he was done he called my brother out to ‘assist’. Fuck.
As my dad holds my arms behind my back, my brother punches me in the gut harder them my dad did.
“Let the bitch go” my brother, Daylin, said.
As my dad, Barry, did I was unable to hold myself up and crumples to the floor. Taking the opportunity they both started to kick me over and over. After what feels like hours my brother leans down and whispers to me.
“Better get going or you’ll be late for school and if you’re late, well you know what happens when you’re late.” Fucking prick.
After they walk away, leaving me a heap on the floor, I pull myself up into a sitting position and head for the front door. Grabbing my bag from the hook by the door I start my walk to school.
I live about 20 minutes from school, so I have time to get some concealer on and wipe away the dried blood, and fix my hair. All without a mirror of course.
As I walk through the gates for my school I get hit in the head with a football, and then a water bottle, and then a wad of paper. At least they got lighter as I went down the outdoor hallway to the art room.
As I sit on the side of the building, waiting for my teacher to come by and open the door, it starts to pour down rain. With no cover nearby, I curl up into a ball and wait. I can already tell this is going to be a long day.
“IM ALREADY UP bitch”I say whispering the last part to myself.
I really hate it here. My mom yells at me and my dad and brother beat me. It’s almost like I stepped out of a fan fiction, but I already know that those stories are mostly made up. Hence the fan FICTION, fake.
Well sense I’m awake I might as well get up.
I swing my legs over the side of my bed and look around my room. My mattress on the floor and a cardboard box as my nightstand next to that, a small old worn out quilt for a blanket, not that it takes much to cover up my small body, and no pillow. My walls an old baby blue and a chalkboard wall that is covered in art doodles from the past 9 years of my life. A laundry basket with five articles of clothing and a pair of shoes next to that, my closet is covered in stickers. Be it band to brands, they are all there. Snowboarding and skateboarding brands are dominant, but some misfits and anthrax (as well as a lot more) have made their way onto the door. Inside the closet however, was depressing. There was 10 long sleeve shirts (a staple) and about 20 band tees. On the shelf on the top, which I needed a stool to reach, had 2 pairs of black skinny jeans, one pair in a lot better condition than the other, and a box of socks and a box of bras and such. In the bottom corner of my closet, way in the back was my pride and joys. My Jackson guitar that I’ve had sense I was 6, a clarinet that I have had sense I was 9 and my saxophone that I have had sense I was 11. All were bought for me by my great grandparents.
Getting off my bet I quickly grab a long black sleeve shirt and throw it on with an anthrax shirt over that. I put on some knee high Halloween socks with ghosts and the more worn out pair of skinny jeans and my vegan doc martins. I cautiously open up my door peering out and making sure no one is around, and quickly step into the bathroom right next to my room (super convenient might I add) as I turn on the light I avoid the mirror and turn on the straightener, my brothers actually, I would have to be quick today to make sure that it cools by the time that he is up and gets ready for school. The towel over the mirror from last night is still there, like I said I don’t want to look at myself. After a quick 15 minute straightening session I turn the straightener off (duh), and quietly open up the door of the bathroom and I am meet with a fist, straight to my face. Fuck that was my nose!
“Morning slut” says my brother literally kicking me out of the bathroom and into the hallway slamming the door on my ankle. I muffle a scream and fold up into a ball; I’ve learned things go better if I just stay quiet.
To my luck, my dad walk out of his room red faced, drunk. Of fucking course. I was almost in the clear until he stumbled onto me, quite literally might I add, and hit the wall face first.
At this I had to stifle a laugh, but I must have let a little giggle escape because he turned even redder in the face (if that is even possible).
“You think that was funny bitch! Then let me show you something hilarious!”Pulling me up from the floor and punching me in the gut and face over and over. Just when I thought he was done he called my brother out to ‘assist’. Fuck.
As my dad holds my arms behind my back, my brother punches me in the gut harder them my dad did.
“Let the bitch go” my brother, Daylin, said.
As my dad, Barry, did I was unable to hold myself up and crumples to the floor. Taking the opportunity they both started to kick me over and over. After what feels like hours my brother leans down and whispers to me.
“Better get going or you’ll be late for school and if you’re late, well you know what happens when you’re late.” Fucking prick.
After they walk away, leaving me a heap on the floor, I pull myself up into a sitting position and head for the front door. Grabbing my bag from the hook by the door I start my walk to school.
I live about 20 minutes from school, so I have time to get some concealer on and wipe away the dried blood, and fix my hair. All without a mirror of course.
As I walk through the gates for my school I get hit in the head with a football, and then a water bottle, and then a wad of paper. At least they got lighter as I went down the outdoor hallway to the art room.
As I sit on the side of the building, waiting for my teacher to come by and open the door, it starts to pour down rain. With no cover nearby, I curl up into a ball and wait. I can already tell this is going to be a long day.
Notes
Hello my lovelies. I'm really sorry about the delay in the chapters and that it sucks so bad. I've been crazy busy with drill team and color guard and school work and personal problems that I wont bother you guys with because I know lots of people hate that.Anyway! Here is the first chapter guys! I can't say if all the chapters will be this long, longer, shorter. I really don't know! I really want to try to write once a week. How does that sound to you guys! Pretty damn awesome I'd think!
Ok so I hope you guys enjoy!
Question of the chapter!
If you could travel with any band for a whole tour (the long ones not the short 10 stop ones) what band would it be and why? I would totally travel with fall out boy. With Pete flashing his dick everywhere, and Patrick complimenting you all the time! Oh that would be amazing!
Until next time!
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
-goldie
Answer to chapter 1: I would pick Mindless Self Indulgence, because I think Jimmy, Steve and Kitty would be hilarious and Lyn-Z seems like the type of person who you could trust and she would always be there for you :)
answer to chapter 2: I would choose to eat Ceaser Salad and to drink I would choose Hot chocolate with marshmallows :3
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