Forever Freaks

Chapter two

Focus was something I couldn't quite grasp, I tapped my pencil against my desk as my eyes kept wondering to the clock.
Tic toc. tic toc. Tap tap. Tap tap. Tic-
"Can you stop that?" One of the girls beside me snapped. To be honest I hadn't realised I was doing it until that moment.
Tic toc.
The closer 3:12 drew, the less I could control myself. My foot instead of my pencil started tapping.
"Seriously!!! That's so annoying! Sit still!" She nearly yelled at me. I always had issues sitting still. Tic...
"Stop!" She yelled, I realised my fingers were now tapping, she roughly grabbed my hand.
"I-I'm sorry I can't help it..." I stuttered, flinching at her touch. Suddenly the bell rang and the girl growled at me, cursing at me under her breath and she let go and stormed out.
That was strange.
Quickly I grabbed my stuff and piled it up, taking it to my locker.
END OF THE DAY! Yay! Now I could go home and wait till l-... Oh shit...
My parents don't let me out past nine. Not that I ever needed to go out.
I opened my locker with a groan.
"God I hate life, why can't I just die?" I muttered, dropping my stuff in, not caring about organization.
My locker nearly slammed shut on me, a boyish looking brunette girl, with curly unkept hair that hung to her shoulders was standing there. She wore a sports jacket and sweatpants, so baggy it was hard to tell she was a female.
"Don't say that." She growled, her brown eyes boring into mine. Geeze she was aggresive.
"Where did you even come from?!" I exclaimed, hooking my lock back onto the locker.
"Doesn't matter.... Don't kill yourself. I find that the best way is to cut..."
"Cut?"
"Yeah. Like take a blade." She pulled a sharp blade out of her pocket and held it out to me.
I'd heard about this fad... But it never really seemed worth it.
I took the blade and shoved it into my pocket.
"Are you CRAZY?!" I whisper yelled at her, not bothering to grab my backpack.
"Yes." She replied, and turned and walked away. Her hips barely swayed, she had a stiff walk.
God this school was fucked.

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I lay in my bed listening to The New Religion, by Black Veil Brides. The music blasted through my headphones in my ears, draining out all sound. I had faked sick and went to bed "early".
A sick feeling of nerves clotted my stomach.
What if I got caught?
I took the blade out of my pocket and staired at it in the dim light coming from the outside street lamps.
This was a crazy idea.
I grabbed a bunch of my stuffies from my closet, shoving then under the covers, slipping the blade back into my pocket.
Blond wig. We have one from Halloween, and we keep all the Halloween stuff in MY room.
I grabbed the ratted wig and lay it ontop of the bed at the pillows.
PERFECT! I opened my window, popping out the screen, and hid the screen in my closet.
My combat boots were noisy as fuck!
I gently and quietly climbed up to my windowsill and out my window, gently shutting it behind me.
And there's a fence.
I hopped to reach my arms up to the top, and pulled myself up and over the fence, landing with a loud THUD, skinning the palms of my hands.
This was like... Sneaking out of prison.
Nerves bubbled and boiled in my stomach, oh god what was I doing?
No turning back.
My legs kicked into motion and began running down the street, towards the highschool.
I ran down the back ally paths, my heart beating so fast, I kept losing my breath, and then... I was there.
I faced the dead highschool and skidded to a hult.
All the windows were dark, the air was cold, and my sweater was not much help.
A chill ran down my spine, my breaths were heavy and quick, my heart racing, beating against my chest like it was trying to break through, and dance away.
I made my way toward the back of the school, the school feild, hearing faint voices and laughter, I smelt smoke, and booze.
What am I getting myself into?
I turned the corner and saw a group of guys, and two girls.
There were four guys. One was tall and skinny, with short cut hair, his hair was a light brunette, his eyes were a dazzling brown.
The other was a short, buffed out guy, with blond hair, so blond it looked white, his blue eyes sparkled with warmth.
The last boy looked... Simalar to a kicked puppy, dirty blond hair that needed to be cut and washed, wide grey eyes, and freckles dotted his face.
The last... Was Vince. Tall and skinny, the tallest there, he had an arm around a Langthy red headed girl, her hair hung down in ringlettes, her body was thin, her blue eyes were flawless, I recognized her... She was with the preps.
The boyish looking girl was there as well, a medium hight, she smoked a cigarette with a small smile upon her face.
I almost wanted to turn and go home. This wasn't my scene, I don't belong with people. I turned on my heal when I heard a deep, familiar voice.
"Ella!" I froze in my tracks, footsteps running up behind me, pale strong arms scooped me up from behind and swung me around.
Vince.
"I'm glad you made it! The gang was wondering why we were all standing in the cold!" He set me down facing these people, who walked towards me, the tall nerdy looking boy anilized me, the short one smirked, with a flirty look on his face, the kicked puppy scratched the back of his head, and the girls... Well one of the more boyish one smiled at me, and the other had a fearious glare.
Vince wrapped an arm around me, and I looked up to view his features.
He smiled down at me, icey eyes sparkling, his teeth were perfect, he licked his pale lips to moisten them, as they were too dry for his liking.
I glanced up at the beautiful sunset, painting the sky with pinks, yellows, oranges and purples.
A blue, the colour of Vince's eyes was the background to all this colour.
"Everyone I'd like you to meet Ella, she's a grade ten student," he grinned.
"Pleased to meet you," the shorter boy took my hand, surprisingly, I was still smaller, he kissed the top of it in a flirtatious manner, "the names Eric."
I felt my cheeks warm up, Eric winked at me, a growl came from Vince's lips.
"Dude! Back off she's shy!" He snapped, Eric put his hands in the air and chuckled.
"At least I'm not analyzing her like a robot," he joked, turning to the taller guy.
"Eric I'm simply taking in her features and anurisms,"
"Oh my god Jake you are such a nerd," the short guy pushed the tall, very thin one, I noticed his square glasses slightly magnified his eyes, just like mine.
"I ship them," I grinned to Vince, who laughed at me, the boys looked descussted and began to reject the idea.
"Step aside ladies!" The boyish girl shoved the two appart, "don't mind these idiots little Ella, they always fight like children. I'm Kira,"
Kira... The girl who suggested I harm my own body.
"And I was being a little bitchy when I did that... Thing earlier." She rolled up her sleeves to show Absolutly no scars.
Well scars, but not ones from self harm, ones from fights. Bites, scratches, knife wounds.
"I gathered," I smiled at her to show there was no damage done.
"This beautiful girl at the back," Vince pointed to whome I assumed was is girlfriend, "is Issabelle. But here in the group we call her Izzy."
She glared at me, clenching her jaw, the fuck did I even do wrong? I simply showed up to something I was invited to.
"So I see you're taking in stray emos now," she spat at me, though she meant to be talking to Vince.
"Hey, whoa whoa whoa," Vince nerrowed his eyes, "you know very well that's an offensive turn. And I INVITED her because she actually seems like a cool girl."
"She looks like a two year old who got a hold of scissors and mommies makeup,"
"Issabelle! You can be nice or you can leave!" Vince snapped, I pushed away from Vince, who's grip on me was getting to tight to bare.
"Vince, forget it, let her make fun of me, I don't really give a shit. Izzy will either like me or she won't, but I didn't come here to impress anyone. I came here because someone wanted me here. And I'm sure as hell not leaving for some stupid fucking comments," I spoke up, Izzy had fire in her eyes, but I shrugged it off and hugged Vince.
"Whoa umm okay..." He hugged me back.
Once I pulled away i simply held up his pack of smokes, and his silver zippo lighter.
"HEY!"
"Dude this girl is an awesome pick pocket... I like her," Eric chuckled, Vince snatched at the pack, and I took off running.
"Small hands are the best for that stuff," jake spoke, his voice was nasily and smart sounding. But I began sprinting across the feild.
"ELLA! RUN FOR THE TOUCHDOWN!" Eric called, I heard laughter irrupt from him, Kira began cheering, calling my name.
I looked back to see Vince gaining on me.
"This isn't fair! You have the legs of a fucking gazell!" Yelled, panting between words, he chuckled, losing some speed,
I was only about half way when I felt a body slam into mine, two arms wrapped around me, pulling me close I spun around trying to push him away but it was too late, we were rolling on the ground, his body cussioning me, like he was trying not to break me.
Then I was trapped ontop of Vince himself.
"Gazelle man strikes again..." I joked, out of breath, we began laughing on the ground, I didn't mind we were so close to eachother.
Friends are friends, even though they tend to get a little too smooshed together.
"That's like the shittiest superpower," he grinned, trying to pry the smokes from me, he managed to, and took a smoke out, putting it between my lips, and lighting it for me. I inhaled, grinning as I removed it from my lips and blew smoke in his face.
"You two can like... Stop now," Isabelle's voice sounded, I growled and rolled off of him.
"You jelly izzibaby?" He grinned up at her, before getting to his feet, he pulled her in and kissed her. Kira looked descusted, or hurt.
I turned towards the dirty blond boy.
"I uh... Never caught your name," I smiled softly to him, he eyed me up and down before putting his head down and looked away,
"Sam..." He muttered.
"Sam," I smiled, "I like it,"
I saw a faint blush rise to his cheeks, you could tell he was introverted.
"So what's the plan you pussies?!" Kira exclaimed, breaking up Vince and izzy.
"I'm thinking a cruse, to the bridge maybe,"
"We could always crash the preps party," Eric grinned, wrapping an arm around me, pulling me in and ruffling up my hair, "what do you think?"
"I don't... Go to parties really,"
"Oh common," he grinned at me, "it's fun."
I rolled my eyes at him, before izzy stepped forward.
"Well if you guys are going I'm going to have fun for a bit." She pushed past me, walking off. Vince sighed watching her walk away.
"Eric quit hitting on the new girl," Kira walked over, pushing him off and gently putting an arm around me, "poor baby doesn't know what's going on,"
"Oh you just want her all to yourself," he joked with a chuckle.
"Right... Well she is really sexy," Kira grinned at me, suddenly, someone scooped me up.
"Mine!" Vince...
"Gazelle boy is at it again!" I exclaimed, as he ran with me towards a car.
A blue Malibue, the thing was old and run down, the paint and metal rusting.
The others ran along, he threw me into the passenger seat.
He stumbled over to the drivers side and hopped in, locking the doors on all the others.
Kira pushed the two boys back, the third one just stayed behind.
She reached into her hair, I don't know why she needs it, but she pulled out a bobby pin. Suddenly I realized why.
The hair of her bangs fell forward going to her chin...
Wait. Why?
She bent and broke it, pushing her hair up and out of the way, she began working her magic on the lock, Vince's beautiful eyes widdened.
"Oh shit!" He exclaimed, and went to grab the handle, but it was too late, she had opened the front door and hit the unlock button on the inside.
The boys all jumped in the back, Sam sat in an end seat and Kira... Plopped down ontop of Eric.
"I'm riding here," she stated, grinning.
"You like being ontop?" He teased,
"Yes, I do, but you are the wrong gender" Kira teased back.
I rolled my eyes at the two, they were like cute siblings.
"Alright Ella, plug in your phone and do the honors of picking a song," Vince grinned, handing me a chord.
I shuffled through my songs. What would they like? Did they like my kind of music?
I thought for a minute before hitting the shuffle button, Sarcasm from get scared.
Vince's eyes lit up, the whole car erupted into fangirling, accept Sam... He seemed so distant.
"OH MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE, ELLA YOU LIKE GET SCARED?!" Vince exclaimed, I swear I'm not homophobic, but his fangirling was the gayest thing I'd ever seen.
"Calm down there!" I chuckled, watching the fangasm he was having.
Suddenly he grabbed me and squished me in a tight hug, hissing my cheek.
I felt my face heat up.
"I love you!" He yelled and started the car.
Soon me, jake, Kira, and Vince were screaming the lyrics to get scared down the road.
"FAILURE FIND ME! TO HANG ME UP NOW! BITE MY NECK CAUSE IM A FATE WORSE THAN DEATH!" We screamed in unison, "DONT MIND US WE'RE JUST SPILLIN OUR GUTS!"
The jazzier sounding part came up. And I wouldn't help but actually sing.
"You pollute the room~ with a filthy tounge! Watch me choke it down so I ca~~an!" Everyone in the car had stopped singing, I could feel all eyes on me, it felt like hot lava of embarrassment had just erupted into my vains.
"Girl you're good!" Eric broke the awkward silence, I didn't think I could grow any hotter.
"Oh my chemical romance... Andy Beirsack save me now..." I groaned, putting my face in my hands.
"No you're so good!" Kira exclaimed.
"Kira is usually wrong about everything but this time I agree," jake nodded, a smile grew on his face.
"You know Ella... I thought it was beautiful," sam actually spoke up, I glanced in the mirror to see an adorable smile, genuin and kind. My face however was bright red, I looked like a mascot for east side Mario's, like the tomato the statue of liberty held on her torch as a comedic replacement for the sake of the pizza place.
"We should start a band," Vince grinned, glancing at me as he drove, peirce the veil playing in the background, besitos, "I could play some Guitar,"
"I play guitar too!" I grinned,
"Kira's a sick basist," Eric grinned, poking Kira's cheek.
"And you know who plays drums?" Jake grinned, pointing over to sam.
I glanced back at him in the mirror, a blush was on his cheeks.
"I don't really..." He softly spoke,
"Oh common Sam, I'm sure you're great, I want to hear it sometime," I smiled to him, he looked up at the mirror, and smiled at me through it.
"I-If you promise to sing more often," he stumbled on his words, just like I did occasionally.
"... F-f.... Fuck! Fine" the car roared with cheers.
Suddenly we stopped, my body was jolted forward into the seatbelt, it smacked my chest, winding me as it dug between my breasts. I felt something SLAM into the back of my chair.
"JESUS FUCK!" Kira exclaimed, now awkwardly on the floor of the car, "Vince how did you PASS your drivers test?!"
He rolled his eyes at her, and pulled the keys out.
"Kitten I told you.. I fed the guy Erics brownies," he grinned, hopping out.
Everyone seemed to pile out quickly, I snatched my phone, and fumbled with my seat belt, my hands shaking as I heard the pounding pop music from the house.
Click! I untangled myself from the car, my door was opened for me, Vince grinned at me, holding his hand out, I stair up into his hypnotizing eyes, feeling that heat return to my cheeks.
"Care to accompany to me to the ball, Cinder-Ella," he flipped his choppy hair away from his eyes.
"Why of corse Prince Charming," I chuckled, rolling my eyes, extending my shaky, pale hand, gently placing it in his warm palm.
He took my hand and helped me up, before linking his arm with mine,
"I'll have you home by 12:00.... Noon." He joked, the others stood there with goofy looks on their faces. oh no. They ship it. You cannot avoid the crazy shippers.
"Alright, Eric and jake, go together," Kira pulled them together and forced them to hold hands.
The boys whined and argued.
"Suck it up you two!" She growled, before going over to Sam, and linking arms with him.
He didn't seem fazed. Actually, he looked disappointed.
His grey eyes glanced to me, I gave a small smile before he turned towards the building.
I felt Vince dragging me along.
"Ella... You have to use your legs Butterfly..." He whispered to me, butterfly? That was new.
I nodded, but my knees were shaking, I found it hard TO move.
One foot infront of the other.
My heart raced, I felt my eyes go wide, my whole body just trembling.
We all walked through the unlocked door into a mess of people. The place reaked of sweat, smoke, Marajuana, piss and alcohol.
The mesh of people talking on the couch, dancing to music, or throwing shit around in the dim lights with flashing strobes drove me nuts.
Where were the parents? Who owned this place?
"Whoooooooooa, who invited the freaks?" A voice slurred beside me, I jumped as someone grabbed my shoulder, Vince's blue eyes turned cold, he growled and pulled me to him.
I shook my head saying I could handle this, but he didn't let go.
His expression softened, "we've come to crash the party,"
"You invited some fresh meat," the drunk grinned, "is she a lesbain?"
"I don't think that's your business," I spoke up, hating when sexuality was the first thing anyone cared about.
"So yes?" He slurred
"No. I'm not," I replied, the blond, strong built boy grinned down at me, dammit why the fuck is everyone so tall?
"Off limits, kim," Vince stepped back with me.
"Dude don't use my real name! My names wolf!" Vince gently moved me to the side, just so he could go mess with some drunks.
I think he expected me to stay, but no, me, being stupid, I wondered off a bit, hot boxing with everyone in the house, although panic hit me when I turned to see my friends were nowhere to be found.
A tall redhead approached me me, with a smirk on her face, "hey little freak are you lost?"
Her voice was like venom in my ears.
"N-No..." I stuttered, embaressed.
"Don't you have to go cut yourself somewhere?" The girl grinned, Izzy... Who else.
"Do you see any scars on my wrists?" I hissed, shoving out my forarms, rolling up my sleeves, to prove I have never self harmed.
"Oh you don't know how? Well you should. Here I've got you covered girlfriend," she strutted over, wrapping an arm around my firmly. She pulled me over to the side of the room and shoved me into a chair, she said something to another girl but I'm not sure what.
After a minute, the girl had left and come back with a blade, sharper than the orignal one I actually had, it gleamed in the dim lights, the girl pressed it into my palms.
"It's simple, you're a worthless peice of shit, you fucking slut, probably fucked all the freaks already, or at least trying. So be a good little whore, and drag that metal across your skin." She grinned at me, all her words cut through me harshly, breaking past a barrier of a feeling I numbed 24/7. Pain. It struck into my heart.
"That's not true!" I shouted and stood up, people were starting to gather around.
"Mmmmmhmmm... So is it true, what I heard from your older sister and my sisters friends, that you were an accident? A crybaby little twerp? Is it not true that your parents actually don't give a shit about you?" She hissed, with a grin on her face, I felt myself heat up, I shoved her as hard as I could, she stumbled back, looking shocked.
"You shut the fuck up!" I growled at her, and she struck me, slapping me hard across the face. I recoiled at the slap, and she snatched the blade from me.
I should've brought up how she loved to hang out with us freaks, but I kept my mouth shut.
"Here let me help you!" She exclaimed and grabbed one of my arms harshly, I tried to pull away, but it was too late, she drug the blade across my wrist harshly, sharp pain of my skin splitting seemed to... Numb the pain.
My heart calmed, my tears retracted, the pain within me, began to leak out every bleeding cut she created on my arm.
Things seemed to move slowly, she threw my arm away from herself, looking... Regretful, scared, as blood dripped down from some of the deeper gashes.
She threw the blade onto the floor, and walked off.
Some people left the scene, some were too fucked up to notice, and some were just outright enjoying it, taking pictures.
I let out a loud scream, ready to smack the nearest person.
Suddenly someone grabbed my hand. The touch was gentle, I turned to see who and... It was Sam.
He pulled me into a hug, wrapping me up, I rested my face in his chest, and began to cry.
He shushed me, and brought me to the more deserted kitchen, people there were all drinking, Sam gently pulled me to the sink, and began to clean up my wounds.
The cool water stung as it washed away some of the blood.
This was nuts.
He hadn't said a word the whole time, just focused on the cuts with sad grey eyes.
"I could've killed her," he gently growled, snapping me out of my trance of those cloudy grey eyes, "When we tell Vince about this, he'll dump her, and make sure she pays."
"We aren't telling him..." I spoke, softly, but loud enough to be heard over the noise.
"Why not?" He looked up at me, looking angry, his voice getting louder, "she did this shit to you! You're just going to let her get away with this?!if I were you I would press ch-"
"Well you aren't me!" I snapped back, he looked taken back, tears flooded my eyes again, "I-I'm sorry...I mean, she smelt like alcohol, and.... I-I don't want to be the one to break them up..."
Sam nodded, looking empathetic now, he sighed and rolled down my sweater sleeves, he leaned in and kissed my forhead, causing me to blush.
"If someone does this again I'll personally kill them." He stated, I nodded in reply. Sam sat me down, before looking through the kitchen, mixing some rum and coke together for us... And handed me a drink.
The boy downed his quite fast and I assumed... That's what you do?
I held my breath and chugged back the strong drink, it numbed my tongue, my taste buds and stomach were screaming at me for drinking such a thing.
"You're good at this," he scoffed, and made more for us.

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I'm not exactly sure how I got home.
Or anything else that happened really.
I opened my eyes to see light flooding into my room, my head felt like someone had just shoved an axe right through my scull.
I rolled up my sleeves, seeing scabs on my arms.
Last night happened....
I pulled the blade I had out of my pocket, and held it up to the light, this would stay my little secret.
I thought of the sensation, the release of sorrow and pain.
I pushed the cold metal to my wrist.....
And I bleed....

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Hey guys! SilverHeart here!
I just wanted to say thanks to whoevers reading.
This story does have a huge plan!
And the plot will get thicker!
This is sort of the introduction to madness.
I promise I'll try and write often but I've got school and shit, so it'll be weird.
So tell me, who do you ship?
Vince x ella?
Or Ella x Sam?
Let me know in the comments!