Emerson's POV: I don't know how to start my story off, but here goes nothing. This is my story.
------------------My Senior Year----------------
Today is my first day at my new school. I just moved from Wisconsin to Virginia. I'm the typical shy girl. Never had a boyfriend and only had a small group of friends. I wasn't one of the 'populars'. I already missing Taylor, Emily and Amber. They were the only ones there for me through all of the tough times in my life. I have scars from my mom and nothing's stopping me from dying now.
"Emerson Ann! Get you a** down here now!" My mom yelled.
She was probably going to yell at me about my grades. The school I attend now is a private school and they're much more harder than Wisconsin. I just want to either die or runaway.
"What is with your grades!?!? You weren't failing in Wisconsin!"
"Sorry! I'm not perfect okay!?!? This school is harder than the old high school I went too! You don't know what it's like being the new girl and not knowing what's going on at all! Have you ever asked me if I made any new friends every time we moved? No! You punish me and you don't even care that I'm depressed!"
I turned and walked out of the house. I just couldn't believe that she cared that I was depressed, but I was pissed that she didn't even acknowledge that I'm trying my hardest in this new school. I just needed to get out of the house and be by myself.
"Woah!" I said, as I almost fell.
Someone grabbed my arm, and pulled me back to my feet. I just noticed that I was really close to get hit by a car. I don't know if I bumped into someone or I tripped.
"You okay?" A males voice said.
"Yeah. Thanks for saving me from getting hit from the car."
The guy slid off his hood. He was pretty cute.
We shook hands. Matthew has lived in Virginia all of his life. I told him that I moved every single year or so. My dad is basically the reason why we move all the time and why my mom became the way she is.
"What did you dad do?"
"He...decided that my mom and I needed to be killed. He was fine until I turned five. That's when something broke in his head. I saw him start to build a bomb in the garage. My mom found it after she came home from work one day. She packed clothes and stuff for me and her. We had our stuff packed into the car and had called the police. My dad set off the bomb once some police got inside the house. He killed all of those police officers. He set off the bomb, but he wasn't in the house. That's why my mom makes me move every year or so. Some how he figures out how to find us, but stays off of the policies grid. He made my mom become really protective of me and she makes me cut. I just want to die. I want my dad to come and kill me."
I showed Matt my cuts on my wrists. They've healed, but it's been a few weeks since I last cut. Matthew gasped, and ran his fingers over my cuts. I feel safe with Matthew and it's like I've known him since kindergarten.
"Where did you grow up?"
"I actually grew up in Virginia. Born here and moved after I was 5. My mom has taken me to every state except Hawaii and Alaska. But I think that might be the next two states we go to in the next two years."
"How do you afford all of this?"
"My mom, she's famous. Well...my aunt is. My aunt is Shailene Woodley. My mom was adopted when she was fifteen. Then my mom met my dad and had me at the age of seventeen. Her parents were upset, but once they saw me, everything was fine. My parents got married at nineteen."
Matthew and I talked for a little longer. My phone was buzzing like crazy in my pocket. My mom was probably wondering where I was. I said goodbye to Matt and was prepared to face what my mom was going to do when I got home.