I was never the popular kid, the one person everyone dreamed of being, wanted to be, the one who had all the girls and who was the star of the sports team. I was always the loner, the one that no one paid attention to and the monster that 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, which melted my eyes into milk chocolate. 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 there and that she would not leave me no matter what, that she would proudly watch me grow up and that she would always be there whenever I would need it. She lied. She couldn't handle my father's abuse and when I was eight, she left without me. Of course, my father was outraged and deeply saddened by this, so he used the only thing that could help him deal with this problem, alcohol. He started getting angrier and more violent, he even started beating me. But I didn't feel it, I didn't feel anything, it was as if my mother, when she left, had ripped everything away from me. I was empty, hollow, I couldn't cry, I couldn't laugh and I couldn't scream. I think that's how my body dealt with the shock of my mother leaving, instead of dealing with the pain, my body just numbed it. Even the physical scars no longer hurt, the cuts and bruises that covered my back and abdomen seemed like they weren't even there. People started to notice these changes, they noticed the blank look on my face wherever I went. The teachers looked at me strangely, the students began to fear me. But none of that mattered, I learned in the middle of a sheet of paper......to ignore her during class, even though I was quite intrigued by her. I could feel his prying eyes looking at me every few minutes; it was like she had something to tell me but couldn't find the courage to ask me. Finally, after a dreadful hour of listening to the teacher, the bell rang. I quickly got up and packed all my things, it was time for me to walk around town before heading back to my drunk and abusive father. Before I could even walk through the door, I felt someone tap me on the shoulder; I looked behind me and saw the new girl, Sophie, looking at me. “I need you to come with me.” » She declared, and before I could even respond, she was gone. Seeing no other choice, I followed her, it's not like I had anything better to do. It wasn't until we left school that Sophia let me catch up with her. . We walked in complete silence for several minutes.