A Diamond in the Rough

After the death of her mother, Violet Silvermoon get abused by her step dad and bullied at school. When new students start at her school and become her first friends, strange things start to happen. Violet goes through friendship, self discovery and maybe even love. What happens when Violet finds out a huge secret about her friends and that things are not what they seem.


2. Chapter 1: The First Day

Violet's POV:

I woke up to an angry fist pounding on my locked door. As I tried to lift myself from my ratted old mattress pain flooded through my body and i released a distressed groan. " Get up you lazy bitch and come make me breakfast" my stepfather shouted angrily through the door. I gave a mumbled reply and i tried to lift my battered body from the mildew smelling mattress.

I ignored the pain and lifted the thin sheet off my bruised legs and slowly got up. Feeling dizzy I leaned against the wall for a few moments closing my eyes willing the feeling to go away. When I was feeling better I forced my legs to walk to my small dresser and get cloths for the day. I walked to the door and quickly undid the lock.

I peeked out in the hallway only to find it empty. Silently scurrying to the bathroom that was across from my closet sized room, I closed and locked the door and turned on the shower, quickly stripping from my bloodied cloths. I tossed them into the hamper and stepped into the shower.

Quickly as I could I finished my shower routine and turned off the water. I grabbed a towel a wrapped it around myself not yet looking in the mirror. I dried myself off and put on the big, grey t - shirt that was scattered with holes and A pair of old jeans that I had grabbed. I turned toward the mirror to assess the damage that was done to me the night before.

I took in my large violet eyes that were currently sporting a nice black eye, my small nose which I could tell was most likely broken, my eyes trailed to my full lips that were currently cracked and dry with a deep looking cut on my lower lip, my face had the shape of a hand right across my cheek and my almost to thin arms were covered in bruises. I sighed but grabbed a brush and started to work through the tangles in my long silver hair.

After I finished brushing the matts out of my hair I pulled it up into a high pony and then walked downstairs to face the monster that I call "dad". I quickly walked pass the living room where I could here the TV playing the news and walked into the kitchen to make breakfast.

I put the eggs, toast and bacon that I had just finished making onto a plate and poured a cup of coffee. I put everything onto the table just as the large, beer gutted man walked into the kitchen. I kept my head down as he started eating. He waved his hand in a signal for me to go, "hmm he's in a good mood", I thought. I hastily walked up the stairs and walked into my room to get my shoes and backpack.

I let out and annoyed sigh as today was the first day of "hell" uh excuse me "school". I grabbed an oversized hoodie and pulled it over my head pulling up the hood, grabbing my backpack and putting on my old, small converse. I rushed out of the house and started the almost two mile long walk to the place where the bullying and torture continued.

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