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Alex Smyth
Alex woke up but lay there with her eyes closed for a couple for seconds, taking in the sounds around her to try and figure out where she was. She remembered sitting in her room and smoking a joint out the window and then... her eyes opened as she sat up taking in the scene in front of her. She was now in a dingy crackhouse type of sitting room that she did not recognize. Standing up, she tipped the arm of her waist and stumbled over sleeping bodies to find a bathroom.
Alex closed the bathroom door behind her, she turned on the taps and using her hands began to splash water on her face enjoying the cool freshness the action gave. As she lifted her head and looked in the mirror, her attention was immediately brought to her now very dark and very fresh black eye. Tenderly she touched her left eye and flinched at the pain it caused her, causing her memory to come back from the night before...
she had been sitting in her room and smoking a joint out the window when her mother and new boyfriend came home. Alex heard them go into the sitting room before hearing her mother shout, the drunk had punched her because she had no alcohol in the house. Realising he was clearly on a violent rampage, Alex quickly made moves towards her door, hoping to barricade it before he could get into her but she was too late, as she reached the door it swung open hitting her back into the room before a punch came from nowhere catching her cleanly on the left eye...After a few hits her mother had managed to convince the man to leave Alex alone and to go to the bedroom with her, as soon as the door swung shut, Alex jumped up from the floor, grabbed her bag and phone threw on shoes and a scarf and ran from the apartment
Alex made her way from the bathroom and recognized her supplier slumped on the coach. She smirked to herself before looking around to find her belongings. She picked up her bag from the table and found her phone. Checking the time, she wondered whether or not to go to school. Taking her options to be staying here and catching something, getting beaten, or going to School she decided on the third option. She saw a pair of sunglasses beside the tv and picked them up placing them carefully on her face in the hopes to hide the massive bruise she was now sporting. Alex picked up the bottle of vodka and took a swig before placing it in her bag and walking out of the house. It was only when she got outside and the fresh air hit her skin did Alex realise that she was still high and quite drunk from the night before. She knew that she was not appropriately dressed for how cold it was but also she couldn't really feel the cold, a perk of drugs and alcohol. Shrugging it off and finding relief in the idea that the sunglasses would hide the fact that her eyes wouldn't focus she walked down the drive and towards her school which thankfully she realised very quickly was actually quite close to the run down house she had woken in.
Alex entered the school gates and walked straight down the road, completely oblivious to any cars trying to park and pull in around her. As she got to half way through the carpark she realised noone was really standing outside and the atmosphere was empty and still, her mind couldn't figure out if she was very early or very late, she fixed the sunglasses and pulled her hair to the left side hoping to hide any part of the bruise that may be showing ..
Alex woke up but lay there with her eyes closed for a couple for seconds, taking in the sounds around her to try and figure out where she was. She remembered sitting in her room and smoking a joint out the window and then... her eyes opened as she sat up taking in the scene in front of her. She was now in a dingy crackhouse type of sitting room that she did not recognize. Standing up, she tipped the arm of her waist and stumbled over sleeping bodies to find a bathroom.
Alex closed the bathroom door behind her, she turned on the taps and using her hands began to splash water on her face enjoying the cool freshness the action gave. As she lifted her head and looked in the mirror, her attention was immediately brought to her now very dark and very fresh black eye. Tenderly she touched her left eye and flinched at the pain it caused her, causing her memory to come back from the night before...
she had been sitting in her room and smoking a joint out the window when her mother and new boyfriend came home. Alex heard them go into the sitting room before hearing her mother shout, the drunk had punched her because she had no alcohol in the house. Realising he was clearly on a violent rampage, Alex quickly made moves towards her door, hoping to barricade it before he could get into her but she was too late, as she reached the door it swung open hitting her back into the room before a punch came from nowhere catching her cleanly on the left eye...After a few hits her mother had managed to convince the man to leave Alex alone and to go to the bedroom with her, as soon as the door swung shut, Alex jumped up from the floor, grabbed her bag and phone threw on shoes and a scarf and ran from the apartment
Alex made her way from the bathroom and recognized her supplier slumped on the coach. She smirked to herself before looking around to find her belongings. She picked up her bag from the table and found her phone. Checking the time, she wondered whether or not to go to school. Taking her options to be staying here and catching something, getting beaten, or going to School she decided on the third option. She saw a pair of sunglasses beside the tv and picked them up placing them carefully on her face in the hopes to hide the massive bruise she was now sporting. Alex picked up the bottle of vodka and took a swig before placing it in her bag and walking out of the house. It was only when she got outside and the fresh air hit her skin did Alex realise that she was still high and quite drunk from the night before. She knew that she was not appropriately dressed for how cold it was but also she couldn't really feel the cold, a perk of drugs and alcohol. Shrugging it off and finding relief in the idea that the sunglasses would hide the fact that her eyes wouldn't focus she walked down the drive and towards her school which thankfully she realised very quickly was actually quite close to the run down house she had woken in.
Alex entered the school gates and walked straight down the road, completely oblivious to any cars trying to park and pull in around her. As she got to half way through the carpark she realised noone was really standing outside and the atmosphere was empty and still, her mind couldn't figure out if she was very early or very late, she fixed the sunglasses and pulled her hair to the left side hoping to hide any part of the bruise that may be showing ..
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