The Lost Key To My Heart

~make sure you read my intro to get the details about this new story~

As i dream, the brightnesses blinds me. I feel like some day i won't make it back. I only wish to have that day come forth soon.

Hi, let me introduce myself. My name is Skyler Payne. Interesting name huh? My middle name makes it all the better, kidding! Scarlet. My mother always had a wild imagination until she passed away on my 17th birthday last year. My older brother by 5 minutes (not by much) couldnt take the sorrow and crashed his car, in the lake on the other end of our street. That leaves me with my father. I dont think of him as my father really. Not lately. He's becoming a complete ass. Every night i have somehing to look forwards to. Either a) a smack (and im not saying a small one, literary one to cry about [and im no wimp]) b) cuts from his special pocket knife or c) punching and kicking. The more days go by, the weaker i get. I pass out every time the monster comes home late from the bar. He brings whores in the hell i have to call home, bangs them till they demand something more. He brings a new one home every week. I tried to run away, only to get found and beaten the shiit out of me worse. School is no different. I get teased for coming to school with cuts and bruises. Rumer go around that i cut myself all the time. If i really liked pain i wouldnt be complaining about my father now would i? The jocks love to follow me, they came up with a nickname for me. Emo biitch. How thoughtful right? No. It sickens me how people label. Sure i'll just put a sticker on you and call you a prep because you wear aeropostale. Whatever. So as you can see my life is not very ... how do i put it, pleasing. But it is quite shocking.