1 Naomi Duston

* Ring.. Ring*I grunted while switching off the stupid pink coloured teddy shaped alarm.

" Damn it!" I cursed while kicking the sheets off my body. I sighed on seeing the date July 28th..

' Wow.. So, today is the first day of my senior high..' I dragged my body to the bathroom encouraging myself that I can do this.

I brushed my teeth while rubbing the wild locks of my shiny black hair on my head. I quickly bathed myself with a lemon & mint flavored soap as it's the only soap which can remove my sweat and dirt.

" Naomi.. I'm going to school.. The breakfast is on the table.. The devil is out.. So, hurry up.." I heard my younger brother Kayan's voice.

Yup, a cute and sensible younger brother. I must say I am blessed to have him in my life.

Now.. Now.. Don't brand me a lazy sis who feeds on her younger bro..

You see I am the breadwinner of my foursome family. After seeing my struggles everyday, Kayan started to take care of breakfast and laundry whenever he has time. Well, he literally has time everyday.. So, I had a fewer chores to do in my home daily.

I tried to convince him that I can manage on my own, but he didn't listen to me. Then I have a younger sister who is in primary school, Ella, my darling. She started to help Kayan in the household work.

I was literally at the edge of tears, after seeing them do everything.

I made sure that I provided them with the best. I decorated their rooms in pink and metallic blue, as per their wish. I made sure that they are fed well and clothed according to the latest trend.

Also, I made sure that they are safe and far away from the devil, my father.

I would rather not call him one. He was always abusive and never cared for the family for a bit. He always spent his entire salary on gambling and alcohol. Oh! I forgot to mention the important thing, women..

Yes, he always enjoyed his time with women. He always returned home reeking with alcohol and he always hit our mother. I was just five years old then. I was scared, helpless and whatnot..

My mother always made sure that we siblings are not involved in their fight. She tried her best to hide her bruises from us. I stopped myself from asking her as I know that it will only sadden her.

But, one day when I returned from school I found my mother lying in a pool of blood.

I froze on the spot as I lost the only person who cares for us in the world.

In addition to the loss of my mother, I had to deal with my abusive father. At that time, I was only 10. Since, mother is no more I became his next favorite target.

He hit me, cut me, whipped me, burnt me.. I willingly became his target on the condition that he would never harm my younger siblings. He accepted it after successfully beating me till I went into a coma.

I stood before the mirror to examine my naked body. All I can see is the scars and some fresh wounds all over my body. It pained but I never regretted my decision as my mother did the same to keep us safe. So, In her absence I vowed to keep Kayan and Ella safe. They should never go through what I experienced.

I quickly pulled out a black t-shirt and black ripped jeans. I took out a leather jacket, which is also black and dressed up.

I looked at my tiny room which is painted in grey and black. I am not the typical girl who loves pink..

I love black...

Because it resembles me the most..

The darkness of my heart and black are the same..

So, almost all my belongings are completely black in colour, including my lingerie.