lol cheesy question. anyway please tell me what you think. im a beginner at writing so please spare my feelings as much as possible

Prolougue
I stared blankly ahead at my own reflection. Trying to see a sign of life, a sign of happiness in my eyes. Nothing. I walked over to my bed and cried until I had no tears left. My whole body was numb. I couldn't even feel the pain anymore. I miss the pain because it meant I felt something. The scars on my face and arms were fading but like me, they'll never completely heal. Maybe getting out of this atrocious place is what I need after all. Now that my father has a decent paying job I can live with him instead of my ignorant uncle. But even though my uncle is completely unaware of everything, A fresh start is what I need more than anything.
Everyone around me is oblivious to my secret. When they look at me they see a ordinary teenage girl. Maybe even a beautiful teenage girl. I have always been popular. One of those girls that all the guys want and all the girls want to be. Or so they think. I even have a boyfriend who makes me the envy of all the girls that never had a chance to be with him. If only they knew. His whole life is a lie, except to me. It's been almost a year and I can't do a damn thing about what he does to me because I'd most likely be killed before I had the chance. Everyone around me notices the bruises but it always the same old story. I fell. Even though I plaster that stupid phony smile on my face, behind my cheerful facade lies secrets and pain.

Chapter 1: Brooke
Once again, I woke up from a restless sleep with the sound of my own screams. I know I can't keep acting like everything is ok, because it isn't. It's Monday morning and school starts in about an hour. I hate school. I hate the girls who assume I live an ideal life, I hate the boys who follow me like puppies because they want to get in my pants, but most of all I hate the fact I have to see my boyfriend, Derek.
"Brooke! Are you almost ready? You're going to miss your bus!," My uncle yelled from the bottom of the staircase. What is he talking about? My bus isn't supposed to be coming for 30 more minutes.
"But it's only 6:30! Calm down!," I replied as I sat at my vanity table, curling my hair. After about 15 minutes, I finished applying my makeup and slipped into my ripped skinny jeans and my favorite black off the shoulder sweater. I grabbed my black pumps and ran down the stairs.
"Bye Uncle Charlie, I love you" I gave him a quick hug and ran to my bus stop with 2 minutes to spare. I waited in silence as the cold winter air bit at my skin. My curly blonde hair was blowing in all directions, destroying all my hard work from this morning. I didn't care. All I cared about at this point was avoiding Derek.
My bus gradually came to a halt and I climbed on. I made my way to the very back of the bus, where my seat was waiting for me surrounded by my friends, who were surrounded by the people wanting to be my friends. The people who couldn't care less sat at the front, secretly hoping we wouldn't notice or criticize them. I gave them credit though. They know what is important in life and I admire that. Not that I would tell any of my friends that. I sat down and listened to the random chit chat about repulsive outfits that the other fellow students were wearing. We pulled up to the last stop before we made our way back to the school. My best friend Marina Santana plopped down next to me with an excited expression on her face.
"Hey Mari. What are you all smiley about?," I asked with genuine curiosity.
"I have a date this Friday," I looked at her with a confused expression.
"Uh Mari, you go on dates every Friday," I pointed out. It's true she was amazingly gorgeous. Since I have a boyfriend, if you even want to call him that, she is the girl all the guys settled for. She was tan and had beautiful long brown hair. She had the most adorable brown eyes and got asked out by tons of guys…and some girls, but that's a different story.
"Oh come on Brooke, I know that BUT you won't believe who asked me out!"
"Alright who?"
"Jake Braxton!," she exclaimed so loud everyone turned around. I could see why she was excited though. Jake was so hot, not even I could land a date with him. I'd know that from past experiences. I was scared for her though, to be honest. He was trouble. He would flirt with every girl in a close proximity, but when they asked him out, he would break their heart and say no. Only to laugh about it later on.
"That's great Mari," I said in a unconvincing tone."Just be careful. I don't want you to get hurt."
She looked at me with slanted eyes.
"Why would I get hurt? I think he really does like me."
"Yeah but…,"
"but nothing!," she interrupted. "You're my best friend! I thought you would be happy about this! But no, you're practically saying he is just playing me!"
I shut my mouth immedietly and thought about what she said. Maybe I am.