Chapter 1

          I hesitate to pick up the phone afraid of what I heard in school that day. Is it true? Did he really do that to his previous girl friend? I pick up the phone anyways, trying to fight my fears. Wanting the truth, I tell him about what I had heard that day at school and ask if it really was a rumor. He sighs and explains everything to me. As I listen to his painful words, a tear runs down my cheek. Not wanting him to hear my cries, I swiftly wipe it away. I wait until he finishes what he has to say before I slam the phone down on the receiver. I run upstair as tear start streaming down my red, hot face. I throw myself on my bed with my head face down on my pillow. My parents weren't here tonight, as usual. They were at another bar with their, so called, friends. I realize my eye liner is running when I wipe my face and see the eye liner come off along with my tears. My eyes start to drift closed. I jerk them back open, not wanting to fall asleep. I keep trying to fight my tired eyes to stay open, but a few minutes later, I fail and my eyes drift closed and I I fall into a short sleep.

         It is now seven o'clock when I wake up to the phone ringing. I don't dare to go downstairs, scared of the thought if I answer the phone, it will be him. I sit up and wipe the dry tear off of my face. I lay back down, this time facing my dull ceiling of my small, bare room. I examine the colors on my ceiling. Gray, black, and a bit of white some where in there. I look around my room at what little I have. My dresser, my night stand with a little alarm clock sitting on top of it, and my mattress where I sit most of my days, with a thin blanket and pillow laying on it. I lay there thinking. Thinking about the up coming day. I remember how before today, everyday at free period he would take be behind the school on the back wall. We would usually just make out, but now I was incredibly terrified about what he might try to do in the future when he takes me there. I can't bare to think about what he did to his previous girl friend and how it could and might happen to me as well.

     I wake up once again. I look at the clock. It reads ten o'clock p.m.. I hear the phone ring, once again. This time I go right down stairs and answer it. It is not him, it is clearly my parents. I could tell that they were drunk as they told me they wouldn't be coming home tonight. I tell them okay then hang up. I start to go back upstairs to my room, but I stop in my steps thinking back to the conversation I had with him that very night. My heart races at the thought of what could happen to me. I run upstairs once again and cry on my pillow for the rest of the night. I eventually fall asleep into a deeper sleep then before, dreaming about a life of mine where everything was perfect.