I say on my silky, champagne colored bed and sobbed. My mascara ran down my face, mixing with the burning bruise on my cheek. Every time a tear streaked across the purple handprint, I winced. I shut my eyes, and the incident replayed through my head. My mother, her eyes glinted with anger, screamed at me. "Clara, you are seventeen! You are old enough to take care of yourself!" As I started to reply, she slapped me. I gawked at her, taken aback by the stinging pain. She began to yell again, hints of spit dotting her lips. "I didn't want you. You were a mistake. You caused Robert to leave, so get ready. Because once you're eighteen, YOU'RE going to leave." I still don't know what I did to cause her sudden outburst, but, being a heroine addict and an alcoholic, it didn't take much to set her off. I wiped away my tears and stood up. Walking to my closet, I pulled the doors open and reached for the emergency makeup I hid on my tip shelf. I grabbed the off-tone concealer and stepped into my bathroom. I looked into the Mirror. My mousy cream-colored hair was pulled up into a loose bun. The bruise stood out from my paled skin, and made my small figure look vulnerable. I squeezed my eyes shut and began to coat the hand print in makeup. Slipping on my jacket, I took my hair down and slipped down the stairs. I saw my Aunt Karen, who has been livin with my mother and I since she got laid off, was standing in the kitchen scolding my mother. The tall woman loomed over the dining chair, and my mom cowered down, looking like a guilty three year old. Even though my cheek resisted and fought with pain, I smiled. At least I knew my aunt was still on my side. I slipped out of the door, knowing my mom wouldn't care, and started to walk. Where? I wasn't sure. All I knew, was anywhere but here. -------------------------------------------- I've gotten a little rusty with my writing, so... v_v How'd Ya Like It? Feedback Welcomed ^-^ <3 ~]£$$
It's Official. Fan fiction hates me First paragraph of story: I wrote it in notes, and after I finished, I went to Copy it, but I tapped Cut instead. My story went poof. The Second Paragraph that I haven't posted yet: Was scrolling up to press send, when my phone died. FML. ~]£$$
That happened to me when I went to put up my story! I did it in notes, and I went to copy it but I touched paste instead. The ENTIRE first part was replaced with 'the'
Donna, the head waitress at Everyday Cafe, looked at my face pitifully. She stood on the other side of the counter, spewing hot chocolate into my mug. "Hun? Did that god forsaken momma of yours do that to ya?" I bit my lip and clutched the glass so tightly my knuckles turned white. I began to speak, but was interrupted by the Cafe manager, Daniel's, firm scolding. "Donna, I don't pay you to fraternize with the customers. Get back to work." Donna giggled. "Don't be mad, Danny. You're just mad because I didn't 'fraternize' with you last night." She winked at me and patted the counter-top in front of me. "Be back in a minute, Hun." My thoughts were interrupted by the 'ding' of the cafe's door. The bar stool beside me squeaked as the guy who just walked in sat down beside me. My plan was to ignore him, but his shaggy black-brown hair caught my attention. It was matted down at the top, then curly at the bottom in that adorable hat-hair style. I glanced over at him, only to see that he was staring at my face with chocolate colored eyes. That surprised me. He looked about 18, the age where they usually mind their own business, and don't worry about other people's problems. I felt him tap my shoulder. Even though I knew his question, I twisted in my seat to look at him. "Um... Yeah?" His face turned a subtle pink. "What happened to your..." He nudged his own cheek with a finger. I brushed the aching bruise with my hand, then turned back to my mug and gripped it, shutting my eyes and taking deep, quiet breaths. He tugged on my arm. "I'm sorry. I don't know who you are exactly, but I... I really am sorry." I turned towards him again. He grinned. "I'm Brandon." I looked away, then returned his smile. "I'm Clara." ------------------------------------------- Yikes. I wasn't sure how to end it. Updated! Feedback? ~]£$$