Imperfect

Brooke, a sophomore girl who never got noticed by people in school and at home. Her parents always yelled and got her in trouble. She tried to hide her pain with long sleeves and bracelets. Her brother, Casey, a senor, was the only one who really cared about her. Her life gets worse and worse until she finds out about a band that changes her life.

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2. Taken Away

    >>Casey's P.O.V.<<

     Man this new Brooke is so much more lively!  She hasn't hidden in her room for about a week now.  I knew she'd still cut after she said she said she stopped.  Now, for the past week, has actually stopped.  I can see the scabs on her wrists healing.  That song she found has helped a lot, you think as you walk to class.  You hear other kids chuckling as you walk past them.

    "Isn't that the freak's brother?"

    "Wow, how can he deal with that bitch?"

    Usually you'd ignore the comments and rude remarks, but this time you just can't take it anymore.  You walk up to a couple guys in their Letterman jackets.  "Do you have something to say to me? 'Cause if you do, say it to my face!  I'm tired of everyone's bullshit about my sister!"  You were putting your hand into a fist and could feel your face turning red as a teacher walks up to you and the guys,"Okay, Okay, get to class.  Now!"  You sigh and shrug off to class.  Who do they think they are talking about Brooke like that, you think as you listen to your teacher talk about Shakespeare. 

    After school, you wait by your beat-up old truck for Brooke.  After about ten minutes of waiting, you see Brooke speed walking to you.  "Hey sis, what took you so long?"

    "Sorry, I didn't even hear the bell ring.  I was-"

    "-Listening to your song?" you guess smiling at her.  Brooke smiles back,"I guess it's kind of predictable now 'cause i'm in a good mood all the time, huh?"

    "Haha, yeah, just a little bit," you answer getting in the driver's seat.  While driving,  you look over at Brooke's wrists.  You could tell the different stages of healing.  The newest ones were only a scab.  You smile.  "Why are smiling?" you hear Brooke ask from the passenger's seat.  "Well, to tell you the truth, i'm proud of my little sister for finding your song and for stopping the cutting."

    "What?  I stopped a while ago when you caught me," Brooke says nervously.  

    "I know you still cut after that.  I can see The different stages on your wrists," you say looking out the windshield and seeing Brooke pull her sleeves down,"I'm not mad, I'm just glad you've stopped now."  Brooke looks down and rubs her wrist.  As you pull into the driveway, you see your mom outside talking to a neighbor.  You and Brooke walk inside.  You make it a couple feet inside the door, when your dad  grabs Brooke's arm.  "Give me your phone, bitch!  You will get it back when you start listening to me,"he says.  

    "Dad, what did she not do this time?" you ask kind of irritated by your dad.  

    "I told her to clean the house and she still hasn't done it!"  You know he never asked that, but you didn't want to argue.  You see dad clutch Brooke's arm harder until she hands him the phone.  He snatches it and lets go of her arm.  You can see a red hand print on her forearm.  She rubs it lightly and starts to head upstairs.  "Also!  No TV, computer, or phone until you can listen you little bitch!" he says before turning and going into the kitchen.  You see Brooke grab her arm again and walk upstairs to her bedroom.  Once she shuts her door, the front door opens and your mom walks in.  "Hey hon, did you tell her? I tried to distract the neighbor for as long as possible,"your mom says to your dad walking up to him and kissing him on the cheek.  

    "Yes, she knows now she should listen when I speak to her."  You aren't surprised your mom helped your dad.  It's typical of her.  You decide to go work on your homework.  When you walk past Brooke's room, you can hear her sobbing into her pillow.  You knock and wait for a response to come in.  After a few minutes, you just decide to walk in.  She's laying on her bed, her brown hair falling over her face so you can't see it and her face into the pillow.  You go and sit by her on the bed.  "I'm so sorry, Brooke. . .is there something I can do?"

    "I want my song!  You have no idea how much that song was helping me,"Brooke says looking up with mascara going down her face. 

    "I do know.  I noticed how you changed a lot.  You were more, i don't know, lively.  We will think of something else that can keep you distracted from cutting, okay?" you say looking into her green eyes.\

 

    I hope, you think getting up.

 

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