I was never the popular kid, the one person everyone else dreamed of being, wanted to be, the one who got all the girls and was the star of the track team. I was always the loner, the one no one paid attention to, and the monster everyone avoided like the plague. It's not that I'm ugly or anything, it's just that I'm... different. My mother told me I had beautiful hair; she said it looked like melted dark chocolate, melting my milk chocolate eyes, of course she also had brown hair, but hers was lighter and brittle. She told me every night before I went to sleep that she would always be here and wouldn't leave me no matter what, that she would watch me grow with pride and that she would always be here whenever I needed her. He lied. She couldn't handle my father's abuse and when I was eight she left without me. Obviously my father was outraged and deeply saddened by this, so he used the only thing that could help him with this problem, alcohol. He started getting angrier and more violent, he even started hitting me. But I didn't feel it, I didn't feel anything, it's as if my mother had left and torn everything away from me. I was empty, empty, I couldn't cry, I couldn't laugh and I couldn't scream. I think this is my body's way of dealing with the shock of my mother leaving me, instead of dealing with the pain, my body just numbed it. Even the physical scars no longer hurt, the cuts and bruises covering my back and abdominal region looked as if they weren't even there. People started to notice these changes, they noticed the blank expression on my face where I went, teachers looked at me strangely, students started to fear me. But none of that mattered, I learned… halfway through the paper… to ignore her during class, even though I was quite intrigued by her. I could feel his prying eyes staring at me every few minutes; it was as if he had something to tell me but couldn't find the courage to actually ask me. Finally, after a terrible hour of listening to the teacher, the bell rang. I quickly got up and packed my bags, I have time to wander around the city before returning to my drunk and abusive father. Before I could even walk out the door, I felt someone tap me on the shoulder; I looked over my shoulder and saw the new girl, Sophie, looking at me. “I need you to come with me.” - he stated, and before I could even answer he left. Seeing no other choice, I followed her, it wasn't like I had anything better to do. It was only when we left school that Sophia allowed me to join her. . We walked in complete silence for several minutes.