Waking up was always the hardest part of my day, the tearing open of my crust covered eyes, the piercing sunlight has it filters in through my thin curtains. Rubbing my eyes, I sit up an roll out of bed, running my hands through my knotted red hair.
Grabbing my phone that's always by my bedside table, I check my notifications, 27 from Snapchat., 5 from Instagram, an the rest from the various apps I have. I sigh an place it down, stretching I walk to my closet and throw the door open.
I sigh before turning away from it an slump to the ground, running my hands through my hair. I close my eyes, an clench my jaw. Trying to slow my breathing down I stand an walk down the hall to the kitchen. Of course, my mom an her boyfriend are gone. Their always gone, I'm always alone, even when their here.
Grabbing a glass from out maple stained cabinets, I fill it half way before taking a sip and dumping the rest out. Drying the cup off, I place it on the counter for later. I unconsciously rub at my arms, the gentle sting brings the memories of last night flooding back, the screaming, the banging of the doors, the feeling of this fists as they pound my soft skin.
Taking a deep breathe, I gasp in pain, falling to the wall. I lift the side of my shirt up to reveal a large array of ugly purple-blue bruises running across the span of my ribs and stomach. A few tears slip out of my eyes, but stubborn me. I wipe them away, an gather myself, walking back to my bedroom. I check the time, 5:45, my clock glows. Walking to my closet I pull out a random shirt. Glancing at it, I freeze, of course it would be this shirt, the shirt that I got at my first concert that I can remember. The Foreigner band t-shirt they bought me, back when we were happy, back when we had no worries.
Shaking my head slightly I finish getting ready, throwing on my black ripped jeans, an dark olive green bomber jacket. Grabbing my brush, I yank out the knots in my auburn red hair. Glancing at the clock, I curse as 6:25 flashes. I shove on my high top black vans an rush to the bathroom, swiping on the black mascara to my long, feathered eyelashes, I glance at myself an freeze.
Large, brown doe eyes stare back at me, as I flick them across my facial features. The light spread of freckles the are flared across the bridge of my nose, dotting lightly under my eyes. The natural blush across my cheeks makes me even paler, an makes the slight bruise on my cheek bone even more pronounced.
I cringe an turn away, my long, waist length hair flaring behind me as I grab my black bag an rush to the door. Stopping, I freeze, my hand inches from the door knob, I gather myself an close my eyes, bracing myself for the outside world. I open then an turn the knob, stepping out into the blinding light.

Any thoughts? Got inspired an decided to write :)