Dreams Really Do Come True

Brooklyn's P.O.V

Ring, ring, ring. Ugh, my alarm. It's Monday once again and I have to go back to the shit-hole they call school. Winter break had ended and school has begun. I laid in my king size bed and stared into the darkness. I slowly pulled myself out of bed, turned the light on, grabbed my towel, and walked into the bathroom.

I peeled my pajamas off my body and put them in the hamper by the door. I turned the shower on and stepped in. I let the warm water wash over my body. I wasn't in there long before I heard a knock on the door.


Shit. It was my dad. My mother had dies two years ago and ever since then my dad hasn't been the same. He started drinking. Started...turning into a monster.

-Flashback-
*the night after my mother's death*

I was crying on the bathroom floor, blade in my hand. Blood was trickling down my left arm, staining my pants and the white towel under me.

It's all my fault. I'm the reason. It should have been me.

After a few heartbeats I began to clean up the mess. I scrubbed the towel but it wouldn't come out. Eventually I gave up and walked out of the bathroom. My dad was sitting on the edge of my bed. I walked over to him and sat next to him.

"You look like her you know." He pushed a strand of my blue hair behind my ear, letting his hand linger a little on my cheek. A wicked smirk came onto his face. Within seconds, I was on my back and he was on top of me. I was scared. I couldn't move. He pinned my hands above my head and muffled my screams with a painful kiss. I tried kicking him off of me but I was too weak. He ripped my shirt off and pulled my jeans down. I tried screaming again but I knew no one could hear me. He let go of my hands for a moment as he pulled his jeans down. I knew enough to realize that this monster wasn't the man I called daddy.

-Regular time-

Without realizing it, I had started crying. I quickly turned the shower off and locked the door. I pulled a pair of dirty jeans and a t-shirt out of the hamper and put them on. I opened the window bracing myself for the jump. I pushed myself off the windowsill and fell to the ground. My feet crumbled from beneath me and I fell on my ass. I quickly got up and began.

I hadn't put shoes on it hurt running over the pebbles. My sight began to blur and before I knew it, I was on the concrete. I wiped my eyes and looked up. In front of me was a boy with the brightest hair I've ever seen.

"Are you okay?" He held his hand out and helped me up, "I'm sorry. I'm Gerard by the way."
"Ni...nice to meet you. I'm Brooklyn."

Notes

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