Devil's Creation

Chapter 1

Beep Beep Beep.

I roll over and slam my hand over the alarm clock beside my bed, stopping the annoying thing from waking up my parents. It's 6:30 and I have an hour and a half to be ready to drive to school. Sitting up, I stretch my arms out and let out a yawn before throwing my dark purple sheets off of myself and stumbling towards the bathroom that's located at the opposite end of the hallway. The bathroom is past my parents room, so as I pass, I slow down and hold my breath, tiptoeing the rest of the way. I only let the air out of my lungs once I close the door of the bathroom and lock it.

I walk over to the sink and turn the cold water on, and use my hands to splash the icy water onto my face, making me more awake than before. After snatching my cloth off the wall, I use it to dry my face and then look into the mirror at my reflection.

I've always hated the way I look. All the way from my long black hair, (from my father) and large green eyes (my mother). I turned eighteen years old three months ago, in September, but I still look about twelve. Not only did I get my dark hair from my father, but I also got his height apparently. (He's pretty short) I'm quite pale and kind of on the skinnier side. My parents only fed me enough so social workers wouldn't come and take me away. One meal at most a day, sometimes I don't even eat at all.

I wished I could change everything about me. My hair, eyes, all of it. Most importantly I wished I was allowed to eat a little bit more. I just wanted to look normal, with bones that don't protrude from beneath my ghostly skin.

I sigh as I look away and turn the tape off. There's no point in wishing for something that's impossible to happen.

I unlocked and opened the bathroom door, making my way quietly back into my small room to get a change of clothes so I could have a quick shower. Walking over to my dresser I accidentally bumped into my tiny nightstand that's beside my bed, knocking my phone onto the floor. I held my breath, praying I didn't wake anyone up. Through the thin wall I could hear my father rolling over and then his loud snoring, telling me that he went back to sleep. Relieved, I picked my phone off the ground, placing it back where it had been and then grabbed a few random clothes and made my way to the bathroom for the second time.

Once back in the bathroom I turned the water on and undressed. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see in the mirror really how skinny I was. I could count each and every rib that lined my tiny torso.

I tried to hold back my tears as I hopped into the cool water. It felt nice, the feel of the water running over my skin. I massaged some shampoo into my scalp and then washed it all out the best I could.

After I was done and almost certain I got all the shampoo and conditioner out, I got out of the shower and grabbed a towel from the miniature sized cupboard to dry myself off. I changed into a plain black hoodie and jeans that I had grabbed and then picked up my hairbrush from beside the sink to untangle the nest that was meant to be my hair. A few frustrated yanks later, I was finally satisfied with the way I looked. Well... not exactly satisfied, but I definitely looked better than I did a few moments before. I never bother to apply any makeup, especially the amount my mother piles onto her face. But anyways, no matter how much you force onto my face, I'd still be very ugly.

I slapped a hand across my mouth while I was quietly heading back to my room, trying to stifle a yawn that wanted to come out. Last night was quite a long night due to my teachers all handing out a shit ton of homework yesterday. In all my years in school, I'd never been that smart. I still passed, but never got any awards that the nerds of the school would get.

The only class that I ever really looked forward to was art class with Ms. Bell. She was an older woman with a huge appetite and thick glasses just as large. She was extremely laid back as well. I could do pretty much anything in that class, that is... if I wanted to.

I'd usually sit quietly in the back of the class and draw in my sketchbook. And yes, I'd sit alone. Friends were never an option for me. People usually would ignore me and pretend as though I didn't exist. Well... I suppose I'm not exactly telling the complete truth. That's what I wish everyone would treat me, or at least all the students at my high school. You'll see why later.

I closed my bedroom door behind myself and threw my dirty towel into the hamper that was next to the door. I then dropped my pajamas down onto my unmade bed and picked up my black backpack to pack it up for the day's activities.

After stuffing all my textbooks and binders in my backpack, I look over at the red numbers displayed on my clock. It's now 7:30. I still have a little bit of time left. I looked around my boring room before swinging my backpack over my right shoulder and snatching my phone, deciding to just leave early. I'd rather not get into trouble for being late again. My parents were both furious the last time, and I really didn't enjoy the punishment I had received.

I walked stealthy down the stairs and into the kitchen to grab the car keys that were on the counter. The kitchen is quite small compared to most houses, and cramped like most things in this house. The walls have peeling yellow paint, the counters and drawers an off-white.

I picked up the car keys from where I had last seen them and headed towards the front door. After slipping on my black and white converse, I opened the door and walked out, locking the door behind me.

I closed my eyes and inhaled a breath of fresh air before sighing and fulfilling my boring ass life.