*In this chapter it is going back to present time. You are 14 and going into freshman year and your brother is 15 and also a freshman. This is one very different part from ShadowPigs story, so ya. Also I'm not in high school so if I'm wrong about some things, I'm sowwwy. I had to Google it. ok let's get to the story. *

Before we start.. I recommend re-reading Beginning part 4 before continuing just to remember 😊

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I wake up with sweat rolling down my forehead. All of those memories...flooding back into my mind. Every night. Nightmares of every single awful thing father has done. something different each night. It's like I'm reliving it. I feel the pain in the memories. I feel the hurt. It's like it's really happening over and over again. I shut off the alarm clock and roll over. With my luck I rolled onto the floor. I can tell this won't be a good day...
It's the first day if high school. I'm a freshman and so is Kyle. I don't know how this will work though. Middle school was so bad. I had to pretend I was mute, so no one would talk to me. Same with Kyle. It was hell for us. But I don't know if it will work though this year. I get up from of the floor, I can still feel the cut that's healing on my arm. Last week father cut me once again. He does it once a month. And he makes Kyle watch. It's awful and I feel so bad. But I think the cut won't be that bad with healing. It already halfway gone. and the scar is almost invisible too.
Anyways I walk into Kyle's room and start throwing pillows at him.
"Hey! What's the deal N/N?" He groans as he starts to sit up.
"Get up, we have school. It sucks but yeah. Also remember, don't talk to anyone. I saw you yesterday. It was too close and you know it." I tell him seriously. I then walk into my room.

I part my hair and brush it. It's  naturally curly H/c hair. I brush my teeth and get dressed. I showered the night before so there's no need. It's the first year of high school. Kyle and I have to stick together today. We can't talk to anyone, and we have to come home asap. I can do this..cant I? Yesterday Kyle and I went to the park, with fathers permission. I sat on the swings. Kyle went on the parkour area. A few other boys were getting close to him. When he noticed that we left. It was too close. I don't know the kids, Well I dont know anyone but they don't look familiar. I got on my uniform and looked in the mirror. I see my scar on my cheek and tears come to my eyes. I grab my foundation and smother it all over my face. I add more to cover the scar. perfect...
"A..all gone..! H-haha!" I laugh as I see Kyle in my doorway out of the corner of my eye.
"Sis....I.. I think it's beautiful. The scar is what makes you..you. And it makes you look pretty badass too. Heheh!" Kyle chuckles trying to cheer me up. I look at him with a desperate look. He doesn't understand. Beauty is everything in this world. People judge women for everything. I shake my head and add mascara and eyeliner in a simple wing.

I go downstairs, grab my lunch and an apple and head to the bus stop with Kyle. We stand close to each other and make sure to stand far from the others. We can't risk anything. If we interacted with anyone other than each other than father would hurt us really bad. I once talked to a girl in 6th grade, and father found out. He would wack me with a belt as I was tied up in the basement for a week every night. It was awful.., and I NEVER want that to happen again...

Anyways I walk over to a nearby tree and sit under it. I put on My earbuds and turn in my music.

Mama was a bit naive
And her daddy was a blinded thief,
he went and stole away, what was left if the remains of a family.

Shed hide away behind a door she kept locked,
but the walls weren't think enough to block out, the angry noises of the voices that once soothed her to sleep.

And she lies, tonight, underneath the caving roof,
and she cries, tonight, wondering what she can do,
a

nd she tries, tonight, remembering who she once knew,
but they've died, inside.
Another empty bottle takes a life

THIS world can be so cruel
she lives a life as a broken tool,
She believes she's enabled to fix what is a broken machine

what's the use to throw yourself at live,
if in the whenever seems enough to be able to get through all of life's broken dreams.

she watched her father live in regret,
and her mother crying in bed,
and she swears,
THIS is the best that it gets.

oh and she lies, tonight, underneath a caving roof
and she cries tonight, wondering what she can do,
and she tries, tonight, remembering who she once knew,
but they've died, inside
another empty bottle takes a life

And every little bit, every little bit wants to see the light.
oh but every single night another little bit of her dies, inside.
She's trapped in her mind.
She feels more alive, she feels more alive in her own dreams,
and she's wondering what beyond the sky? Can she see the light, as she falls asleep...

oh she feels more alive, in her own dreams.
Tonight, she lies. Lifted up in her own room,
dried eyes, tonight, there's nothing more that she could do,
and they cry tonight.
A daughter that they hardly knew,
and she's lost inside...

Another empty bottle takes a life...

I stopped singing and as the sing ends the bus turns the corner. Then all of the sudden I notice a girl sitting across from me, leaning on a cable box thing. She is clapping and giggling. Kyle was already on the bus, so I jumped up embarrassed and ran onto the bus. When I sat down I sat by the window alone I stared out at the girl. She looked so cheerful. Then a lady that I assume is her mother walks out.
"Aphmau, get in here and grab your backpack so we can go! If you don't hurry I'll bring the chancla!!!" She yells with a Hispanic accent. It actually quite suits her. The girl I think, aphmau was her name skipped inside quickly and I saw no more. I think our bus driver thought she was coming on but when the girl went inside the bus pulled off. Wow..

This is going to be one interesting year....