Mommies Abused Angel

Chapter 6: Suffer me Deadly

-Hey people reading. Well I know the story is starting off kind of slow but I need you guys to stay with me. I hope for the story to actually mean something. I can't really think of much to write unless I'm listening to music. It's a huge part of my life and overall my inspiration. K thanks (:

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                              The rest of lunch went probably how you would have guessed it to be. I tried to ignore Jasons grins, rubs, and whispers. Gosh, the more I continue the more he sounds like a pedo.

            I also figured out the redhead's name was Herah. I'm sure she would much rather perfer for me to call her Herah than redhead. That name fits her so well. Herah always reminded me of something hot. Flaming just like her hair. Deep red and reached mid center of her back she had a curvy body wich instantly made me jealous of her. I couldn't help but noticed that she had specks of blue in her green eyes. Overall I noticed that she is a good person. I really think we could become friends.

                Everytime I looked at her I noticed more and more of how badly she was abused.  Her smile is weak, she constantly pulls down her long sleeves, the way she flinched when you shouted her name. Poor thing was alone an miserable. Reminding me of my fatal suicide attempts. All I had ever wanted was love, I should have known that when there is love there is hate.                      

Well, I also learned the guy and girl I didn't know Kenton and Layla were brother and sister by marriage and are pretty freaking rich. There mother and father work togather with a huge company. To my surprize even though they weren't related they acted alot alike. No offense to them at all what so ever. I mean just by the things they do.

             The bell rang signalling the ending of everyones favorite time of the day. I stuffed as much food as I could in my mouth. In my failed attempt to chop down and swallow I ended up a huge coughing fit. I guess I'm a slow eater. I really need to learn how to step my game up and eat faster, you know so I don't end up bouncing around this place. I don't like roaming hallways of this school. I was just saying that because I encountered a few things I didn't want to encounter. I wasn't to worried about Herah if she wants to tell me I guess it will have to simply be on her own time.

               I remembered rebeling against everyone and everything. I trusted no one but a few. I didn't think anyone understood me. Besides my old therapist or counsler whatever you feel the need to call her. She always insisted I call her Lillian. I don't know why, but it made her happy and that made me happy. She died when she was 27 years old. I know one thing for sure that the last thing she said to me is "Never give up, I trust you." I kept those words. I believe those words. So I don't plan on letting her down anytime soon.

             I ev-

"Uh, Kimmy?" Jason said interupting my thoughts.

          I jumped and little and cocked my head to the side waiting for him to finish.

I realized everyone at the table was staring at me like I just killed someone. Geez you'd never know the attention givers in this place.

  "What are you talking about?" He added.

"What do you mean?" I questioned him suspiciously..

"You randomly just started talking about rebeling, and some dead therapist." He said raising a brow.

Holy shit! I didn't notice I had said that outloud! I some how know this is what I get for talking to myself outloud all the time. I took a mental note. 'Don't talk to self. People tend to think your a lunitic.'