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All The Wounds That Are Ever Gonna Scar Me

The First Day of a New Life

Autumn's POV

What the hell. Seriously, how can this be possible? Did his hair really grow /that/ much? Is it a wig? It's definitely a wig. I've seen a lot of 'fros before, but none as big as this one. It's been eight years, maybe he /has/ been growing it out. I couldn't really tell if it was even the right guy, my mom gave me a picture of him, but in real life it just looked so.... Big.

He was holding a cardboard sign in the air that read,"Autumn Toro."

'Yep,'I thought,'that's him.'

Before I could even take a step, he looked in my direction and smiled the craziest, happiest smile I've ever seen in my entire life. And for the first time in years, I felt the corners of my mouth go up in a smile twice as a big. Happy tears crawled down my cheeks as I ran towards him with my arms wide open. He opened his arms too, dropping the sign and engulfing me in the biggest hug ever.

"Hey kiddo, I missed you." He said, pulling away.
"I missed you too! What's up with the hair?" I asked, ruffling his 'fro.

He just giggled awkwardly and grabbed one of my bags.

"C'mon, we can get all caught up the car, ok?"

"Yes, sir," I replied cheerfully, saluting him.

'Maybe he does love me,' I thought. 'Maybe he will care about me. Unlike my stupid abusive mother and her boyfriend. Maybe I can have friends at this school. This is my chance to not be a freak!'

We threw my two large bags in the trunk before hopping in. I grabbed a few CDs out of my bag and got into the passenger seat, loading '21st Century Breakdown' by Green Day into the CD player. Ray was right behind me, hopping into the driver's seat just as the first song began to play.

"Whoa, you like Green Day?" He asked, surprised by my taste in music. I nodded slowly, looking down at my lap. 'Now he'll probably make fun of me,' I thought. "That's great! I have a friend who totally /loves/ them, I think you two will get along. In fact, I told all my friends all about you, and they can't wait to meet you tomorrow."

"Wow. People actually /want/ to know me?" I asked, surprised that I seemed even remotely likable. Most people hated my guts.

Ray just laughed. "Yeah, I told them how awesome you are."

I quickly shook my head as we pulled into the parking lot of an apartment building. "I'm not /that/ awesome." I argued, adding an eye roll for dramatic effect.

"Yes you are. Anyway, here we are, home sweet home." We got out of the car, grabbing my bags and dragging them up three flights of stairs before finally stopping at a door that had "17B" engraved on the front. Under my feet there was a door mat that read "GO AWAY" in big black letters, making me giggle. Ray shoved the key into the hole and pushed the door open.

"Welcome home!" He shouted as I walked into the small apartment. "Whaddaya think?" He asked, that huge smile on his face again.

The walls were all covered in posters, mostly Iron Maiden, Black Flag, Smashing Pumpkins, and Guns 'n' Roses. There were also a few Paramore and Green Day pictures in the mix, too.

To my left was a small, basic kitchen with an oven, stove, microwave and fridge. To my right was an old, worn leather couch and a coffee table. On the the coffee table there was huge stack of magazines like Rolling Stone and AP.

Down the hall there were two rooms, one a bathroom, and the other one was a small bedroom with about five hundred more band posters plastered on the walls. There was also a double bed with plain black bedding and a desk with a Mac computer.

"Well? What do you think?" Ray asked again, way too eagerly. I suddenly felt another smile growing on my face as I yelled,"Are kidding? I get to /live/ here?!?!"

He smiled back. "Glad you like it! C'mon, I'll order us a pizza while you get on some pjs. You're exhausted."

I nodded, wondering if my brother was some kind of freaky mind reader. I went to the bathroom with some sweatpants and an oversized Rolling Stones T-shirt in hand. As I slipped off my skinny jeans, I looked down at my bare legs.

Scars. So many scars. Running from my ankles all the way up to my thighs. As I began to pull out the little razor I kept in my pocket, I realized something. I was free. Free of my abusive mother. Free of constant bullying. Free of being afraid all the time. There was no longer a reason to be afraid. I was far away from my old life, far away from the hell that was once just apart of my daily routine.

So I proudly took the little piece of metal and tossed it in the toilet and flushed it down.

I was free.

Notes

First chapter.... I really need your opinions, people. I wanna know if you think I should keep this going or if it sucks. Please be honest.
Thanks!
-Alexoxo

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