Chapter 1|ugly all over

Beep, Beep, Beep...

It was nine thirty in the morning, and still way too early for him to be in any type of good mood. But, work called. With an annoyed groan, he rolled onto his side, a pale hand reached out from beneath the warm blankets to smack the obnoxious alarm off.
Everyday it was like this, up early, and off to work that didn't pay nearly enough for how long he stayed out, or what he did. Drawing in a deep breath, he opened his eyes and let the breath out with a yawn short to follow. Those eyes were an odd color; almost grey, but a hint of blue. Like a slate blue color. Really, they weren't pretty at all, just dull.
So, why were so many transfixed by them?
He pushed the sheets off himself. The cold apartment air swept over his bare body, causing him to shiver for a moment. He was always cold, but greatly he enjoyed the warmth. One touched him regularly and would think he had been out in a blizzard. But, he was just like that. Cold as the winter, and with reason.
Swimging his legs over the side of the bed, he sat up and stretched his arms up, groaning and shaking himself out. The room was competely dark. All the shades on the windows down, and there was also a reason for that. Part of it being he didn't like the sun blinding him in the morning.
With his dull, boring eyes closed again, he heaved himself up and out of bed and stumbled along to the bathroom. It was the same every morning, same routine. Nothing ever changed, but, it satisfied him. He didn't live large, and never planned to. when he approched the mirror, he squinted his eyes open and looked at his messy self.
Not messy. Ugly.
Scars covered almost every inch of his upper body, painful reminders of his past. Most were on his shoulders and back, some on his arms and chest. They all varied in sizes, but the ugliest of them all started from his left shoulder, and continued on down to his right hip. They should have healed a couple of years ago when...
The phone rang suddenly, startling him awake. He turned from the bathroom and sprinted over to the phone upon the nightstand next to his bed, grabbing it just as he tripped over himself, taking the phone with him.
"Holy... uhg, hello?" he asked, voice scratchy.
"Hey there. Having a little morning trouble are we?" the deep voice replied with humore.
"You called, so of course. What do you want, dad?" I have to go take a shower and stuff. Work, yanno."
"I'll be 'in town' today, so I'll stop by, maybe stay the night. See you when you get hom, then."
"Yeah, fine, okay."
"Have fun with your... customers." his father cold almost be heard grinning before he hung up.
The boy rolled his eyes and grabbed the base of the phone, sat it back onto the nightstand, and hung it up.