My mind is like an R-rated movie, an M-rated video game, a living nightmare.
My parents never abused me, I didn't have a terrible childhood, I still have some trustworthy friends, I am pretty enough to have a loving and caring boyfriend and I can almost pass for being normal. Almost.
Except that I wake up in the middle of the night screaming because of the demons in my nightmares, afraid that one day the darkness will eat me alive and the fact that I have suicidal voices inside of my head telling me not only to harm myself but others as well.
Everyday I live in the fear of the unknown, but then again who doesn't? Isn't everyone at one point in their lives afraid of the dark and being alone?
"Amber?" A voice jolts me away from my thoughts. "Amber, are you having another panic attack? That would be the second time today!"
Mr. Landrid. The World's most hated language arts teacher.
"In my defense, Mr. Landrid." I stand up, "it's not exactly my fault that I have panic attacks about what you teach." I earn a respectable *ohhh* from the class.
"Miss. Douglas, you have my permission to sit down and not stand up again until you are dismissed." He states in that way that adults do when they try to prove what you already know, you're hopeless and that they have thepower to control you. This time it earns me an apologetic *ooo*.
~After Class~
"Amber, you are one of my best students when it comes to homework and essays. But you can't keep zoning out during my lessons in class. Amber? Are you even with me right now?" I hear this a lot when my teacher's think I'm not listening and I'm really only plotting how they're going to die.
Sledgehammer or Axe?
Zombie apocalypse or the Purge?
"Amber!" Mr. Landrid is now trying to shake me from my thoughts or maybe he's trying to strangle me. I'm not quite sure because of his abnormally large hands...
"You know that I could report you for either attempt in murder or sexual haressment, right?
"Amber, please stop. The only person you're hurting here is yourself." Again,another thing that I've heard multiple times. "How are we going to solve this issue?"
"What issue Mr. Landrid?" I pout.
"The issue of you being in my class, but not actually being in my class." Ouch. That one dug deep. He sees that I look offended and softens a little. "You can talk to me if you're having any issues with the subjects that I teach you know." Oh great, he does actually listen when I speak. I nod slightly. "Alright, you're free to go then, although you haven't really said anything that doesn't critize either me or my teaching this period."
"I'll tell you when I have something good to say about either of those." I smile at my own wit and with one final hair flick I'm out of the classroom.
"Hey baby," a pair of large sweaty meaty hands wrap around my waist.
Liam Smith. The douche of all man-whores.
I just stare at him in complete disgust. "Have you missed me?" he purrs in my ear.
"Actually I thought that I had made it pretty clear when I told you last time to back the fuck off." I snarl.
"Oh baby, it's so sexy when you get all mad at me." he smirks. My best friends Sierra and Vincent come walking down the hall towards me.
"Hey!" Sierra says perkily. I was always jealous of how perky and happy-go-lucky she could be. She also had the nicest blue eyes, they really accent her brown hair. Okay, I'm jealous of everything about her. "Who were you talking to Amber?" I look back to where Liam was standing one minute before, but he's gone.
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Teen FictionA battle between two minds. One real, and one fake, which one will she choose? Will she be pulled into the dark void, or save herself at the right moment?
