Break me down

Chapter 2

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Enjoy the chapter, I am in a writing mood lately so you can expect the next chapter to be along shortly :D

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Andy woke the next morning to see it was still dark outside but despite the unreasonable hour she pulled back the thin sheet covering her and rolled out of bed. She hadn’t gotten much sleep that night, as per usual, and her eyes stung slightly with the need for rest but she ignored the feeling, accustomed to it and admitted defeat with her internal battle.

She stood for a moment in her sparse room and looked around herself. The walls were a light cream colour and held absolutely no emotion and the few items she owned looked irrelevant in the blankness of the room. This one wasn’t like her one at her old house- that one had had remains of her old life tucked away in corners and in the colour of the walls. This one was barren and reminded her more of a jail cell than a teenager’s bedroom. She had no pictures on the walls and the only piece of furniture in the room other than the mattress on the floor was an old wardrobe in the corner which already held her limited clothing. A couple of boxes were stacked in the corner that held a few other pieces but since her father had sold most of her possessions to pay for the house she really didn’t have a lot.

She checked the clock and saw that the time was 4:30am. She didn’t know what time school was supposed to start but better safe than sorry so she went to move to get ready. She paused for a moment, listening to the sounds in the house and judging by the sound of the TV coming from downstairs her father had fallen asleep down there with it on. At least the sound of it would cover up any noises she made while getting ready.

She snuck out to the bathroom, a small room at the end of the hall containing only a shower cubicle, a toilet and a sink that looked like it could use a clean. She splashed water on her face to take away some of the grogginess and then turned to inspect the fading bruise on her shoulder. It had changed from a dark blue colour to green and yellow now but she could still make out the shape of a fist amongst the colours of her skin. She then inspected the healing cut on her upper arm. It stretched from her shoulder to half way to her elbow and she wondered briefly if there were still slight traces of blood on the floor of their old kitchen. She had thrown away the broken china plate that had collided with her arm and shattered and had thought at the time that all the evidence of that days rage was cleared away but considering the blood that had poured down her arms while she was cleaning she wouldn’t be surprised is their were traces of it. She shook the thought away quickly, her thoughts rambling as they tended to do early in the morning.

Moving back into her bedroom she opened her wardrobe and looked critically at her clothes. She didn’t have much experience socialising with her year group but from what she had seen baggy jeans and plain shirts were not the height of fashion at the moment. She did her best to put together an outfit that would pass as average and then stood in front of the mirror on the inside of the wardrobe door, inspecting herself objectively.