Kiss Me Again

I woke up to the sound of No Heroes Allowed by Mayday Parade. It was my alarm signaling that I was officially starting my first day at Dulaney High. I'd be the new kid; it was the end of November. I moved here from New York because my stupid step-mom Barbara, decided she wanted to "move to a different state and find new men." She's such a skank..all she ever does is party all night and come home drunk with a new guy each time. My mom died in a car accident when I was 3, so I never really knew her that well. My dad then married Barbara, but died of cancer 4 years ago, and left me in custody of Barbara. She got all his money, too. I honestly think that's all she ever wanted.
I sat up and sighed. I checked my phone and saw I have a new message from my best friend Jenna:
Ok..sorry 2 tell ya this babe..but I found out that RIGHT after you left, Oli found new girl!! What an ass, right?!?

Well that stings. I only dated Oli for about a month and a half, but still. I mean, I guess I should get used to it. None of my relationships ever work. I always end up heartbroken in the end. I thought Oli was different, but I guess not. I know long distance wouldn't work anyway. But still.
I walked into my bathroom, turned on the shower, and stripped down. I looked in the mirror and sighed. Sometimes when Barbara was drunk, she'd just flat out criticize me. She'd tell me I'm too fat, or that my face is ugly, or that I "might as well cut all my hair off, because it's so disgusting and stupid-looking." And sometimes..I listened. I'm starting to believe it myself. I looked down at my wrist. Many little pale scars, lined up one by one. I started cutting after my father passed. I felt so alone. But I'm currently 2 years clean, I made a promise to him.

*I stood at his grave after placing a bouquet of flowers.
"Daddy..it's been really hard without you. It's only been 2 years, and I'm a wreck. I have something to confess to you.." I started to cry. "I-I've been...I cut myself, Daddy! I'm so so sorry! I don't know what to do with myself anymore!" I sobbed for a moment, then made a decision. "I promise you, I'll never do it again."

Just having that flashback was enough to make my eyes fill up with tears. I blinked them away. I wasn't ever going to relapse, I gave my father my word. I just feel that I owe it to him for being so strong. I should be strong too.

After getting out the shower, I decided on a black v-neck tee, and a black and white plaid cardigan. I wiggled into some skinnies, and put on my black Vans. I fixed my hair and makeup and headed down stairs, passing by a drunk Barbara sitting at the kitchen table, with a bottle in her hand. Her blond hair looked greasy and tangled, her eyes were glassy and droopy.
"Oh Taylorrr.." she slurred, "Your hair looks ridiculous! Won't you stop dressing like a lesbian? OH MY LORD! MAYBEEE I SHOULD HIRE A PRO-FES-SIONUUULL TO DO YOUR MAKEUP!" she laughed her wicked laugh very loudly, causing me to flinch. "JUST GET OUTTA HERE, I'M DONE SEEING YOUR HIDEOUS FACE!" she barked. I clenched my jaw and quickly left the house, not eating breakfast.

Notes

Hey, guys! This is my first fic! I know it's really bad, but hopefully it'll get better in the next chapters!
Tell me whatcha think, please! Thanks! :)