Raina's POV
I always loved the smell of people. Its almost like I determine whether or not I like them or not based off there smell.
" Raina, where are you?" It was my mother."You should be downstairs, with your siblings." I never talked much, and my mom knew that. So I took her hand and as I headed downstairs. Something about today made me feel uneasy. My mother was a rich women, but I never really knew my father. My mom described him one time but it was swift and very thought provoking for me.
Downstairs my siblings were in the front living room doing recreational activities such as drawing, playing the piano, or reading. My mom didn't belive in things like television, or junk food. I always thought my mom to be a bit strange in her ways. Maybe because I never knew normal. All my life I've lived in this house and never set a foot outside of the gates. My siblings, that was another story. They obviously hate me, but that's okay I hate them too. Besides I like being in my own world. I feel secure in my thoughts. "Move whore!" My older brother by a year said and pushed me. You would have thought a 16 year old boy would be a bit more..... I dont know, polite. I scooted to the side, only to bump into my sister. Thankfully it was the only person who dosent pick on me (Besides my mother). "You ok bubblegum?" She asked thoughtfully. "Yeah, Im okay." I said walking away. "Dont call her a whore, faggot!" She told my brother. He laughed and stuck up the middle finger. I ran upstairs to avoiding any eye contact. I went into my bathroom and looked at myself. I grabbed my shiny little buddy that I hid in my bra. I took my sweater off, and I felt so relieved from the pain. I felt happy for a second. Its a weird feeling you get. Like on a roller coaster. For me its a rush. I feel happy to think wether or not Im gonna die. Or Im thinking how deep do I have to cut for the blood to just come gushing out, or what happens when you die. I think a million things, and i feel......happy.
*Yolo*
