In the beginning // Chapter 1

"ALEXANDRA JADE SKY!" Screeched my mother.

That was my cue to run.

I ran through the house, looking for anywhere to hide. I heard her footsteps pounding the floor behind me.

I was seven. I didn't even know what I had done wrong. Maybe I left the milk out again? Whatever I did it was bad. Well, my mothers definition of bad.

I skidded around the corner of my small apartment. Slamming the door to the bathroom and locking it. Desperately looking for somewhere to hide. Anywhere...

I was a small kid. To a point where it was unhealthy. But that was my fault. I should pitch in to help buy food, maybe then my mother could afford to feed me, and still keep up with her alcohol fund. Maybe then I wouldn't be so small and unhealthy. Maybe then I wouldn't be teased for my size. I mean, that's what Gloria said.

Gloria was my mom, I was a mistake. So she often told me, I wasn't supposed to be born. She was known to say that she should have just gotten an abortion. I didn't know who my father was. Honestly Gloria didn't either. She never bothered to look into it. She didn't care.

Gloria didn't like me calling her mom. She said she didn't want people to know she had a child. Mostly the men that smelled like alcohol and cigarettes and showed up in our apartment every other night.

I hid from them too. I had too. Gloria said it was for my own safety. Why my mother would have people that were dangerous to me over, I didn't know. But it was normal.

And normal was good.

Back to the present.

She banged on the door. "OPEN THIS DOOR NOW!" She screeched, making me flinch.

I was so scared. Cowering in fear, I hid in the cabinet under the sink.

I heard the lock being messed with and the door swung open. I held my breath as I heard her stomping around the bathroom.

Suddenly light flooded into the dark cabinet as she opened the door. I whimpered in fear.

I felt a shock of pain in my head as she pulled me out by my hair. She lifted me up by it. I kicked my legs, tears in my eyes, my feet not touching the ground.

"let go!" I yelled in a small voice.

I got slapped for yelling. She drug me to her room, I was trembling in fear.

I didn't go to school for weeks after that, Gloria didn't want everyone to see me all bruised up. Turns out I had left some of my homework on the counter and Gloria's new boyfriend had seen it, he left upon the knowledge she had a daughter.

I would have gotten a lot worse, I know, but my older brother had gotten home around the time I was losing consciousness, he made Gloria stop. He was only ten. But he cared for me.

It was nice to have someone who cared. Their was nothing I cared about more in my life than my brother, Harley.

Harley was a strong kid, by the time he was 15, he was about six foot tall. Harley was muscular too, very handsome I thought. But I thought everything about Harley was wonderful. He had whitish hair like me, spiked up in the front with cheap gel. He had deep hazel eyes, that seemed to shine when he was happy.

Harley never had that many friends, he was usually watching over me at school. I told him he didn't have to, but he wouldn't listen.

He was the definition of perfect brother. Well my definition anyways.

Moving along.

My life pretty much went the same way it had every since I was little.

I hid.

But here's the difference, I wasn't always caught. I got better at hiding. Not just from my mom but from everyone.

The bullies who made it their mission to ruin my life. My mothers boyfriends. The drug dealers and gang members around school. Police. Everyone.

I stayed in the shadows. It was easier that way.

I was labeled as "emo". Which was annoying. I was born with white hair, which I despised. It was highlighted with blue, pink in purple.

My hair was one of the only things I could easily change about myself. I jumped at the chance.

To clarify, I'm not emo. Sure, I wear the black jacket, have all of the band T's, listen to the music. But I'm not. Period.

Well, I never grew out of being tiny. I was barley five feet my sophomore year. That was this year. I was typically paler than I should be, but that could be fixed with concealer. I was still skinny, it wasn't too bad, I didn't think it was.

Anyways ,

My life stayed in the same boring pattern.

Ever since I was seven I'd get up at 6AM, get ready and catch the bus. I used to tell Gloria bye, but she had told me to stop waking her in to mornings. I'd get to school.

avoid as many bullies, cheerleaders, drug dealers, gang members, teachers, as I could.

School was followed by hours of homework, not just mine, but the assorted homework of kids who would beat the crap out of me if I didn't do it for them as well.

After homework, was around the time Harley would get home. He was eighteen now. He would take me to his apartment for awhile, so I could avoid whatever man my mother was with that's night.

God I appreciated that. But he couldn't always take me, sometimes I would end up hiding and just praying whoever was over that time wouldn't find me.

Harley had to work, he had to study. He had things to do.

I tried to tell him it wasn't as bad as it was staying with Gloria. But he wasn't stupid. He saw the bruises, the way I flinched at most noises. Plus he had lived with Gloria.

She didn't seem to know I existed. My only interaction with her was her screaming at me to clean, or something.

Harley always fussed over me. Why are you so skinny Alex? Do you need to stay here tonight? Is school ok?

He was great. I smiled just thinking about my big brother.

I was 15 now. Things were the same.

Things were normal. Just as they had always been.

But my definition of Normal was bout to change. My definition was about to change drastically.

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Hey guys! This is chapter one of my story, please read and vote! I'm trying really hard on this one, it should be good. Thank you guys! New chapter should be out soon!

Pic- Alexia as a kid