As I open my eyes, groggy and sleepy, I hear the yelling begin like everyday before it. My pillow is stained with mascara and tears, and the few drops of blood I had not managed to clean from my battered face the night before. The only thing I could take solace in was the hopes that my entire life was one big nightmare, and that soon I would awake and realize it had just been a dream..
Being careful to not make a sound, I slide out of bed and head to the closet to pick out a whole new fresh outfit for today. After a lot of umming and ahhing i finally decide on some ripped black skinny's, black t- shirt with white paint splattered across the front and black and white stripy gloves, socks and belt. Finishing it all of I slip my finger into a pure metal skull ring and layer my neck with chains and necklaces, making sure i don't forget my Black Veil Brides guitar pick necklace.
Yeah, im a massive fan of Black Veil Brides. Get over it. But the most important thing to never forget, is the sterling sliver bracelet my big brother, Jake had given to me when he left. It's a simple design. Just an ordinary thick sliver band engraved with a faint pattern. But it was special to me because it was from jake. Tears well up in my eyes as I think about him, but I refuse to let the tears fall. Clamping the bracelet around my wrist securely I look up at the window and notice the chilly weather outside.
I wind a black scarf around my neck and fish out my knee high converse shoes from the closet. After tackling the compliacated laces I head to the bathroom to out go my regular makeup. Taking a look in the mirror I sigh. I look at right sight. A deep looking cut is lining the rim of my hair line and a purplish bruise is shadowing my eye. Taking out some pale foundation, I cake it on till my face looks almost normal.
I then line my eyes in a thick strip of eyeliner and brush my lashes till their long. Lastly, now to battle my hair. flat ironing the layers, I push my fringe forward covering the remaining cuts or bruises. Stepping back I feel satisfied with how I look so head back to my bedroom and pick up my bag. Unplugging my ipod from its charger, i walk over to the door and press my ear to it. Hearing no more yelling I timidly push the dresser out of the way and tip-toe down the stairs.
As I reach the bottom step the sound of light snoring meets my ears and i immediately see my past out mother spread out clumsily in the doorway, bottle of whiskey in her hand. Rolling my eyes, I head for the kitchen. Grabbing a weetabix bar whilst swinging my bag over my shoulder I exit the back door, in hope of not waking my mother. The door shuts silently as i walk through the garden to the side of the house to climb over the fence. Once at the front of the house, I start the short walk to school, popping my ear phones in as i go. Black Veil Brides "Saviour" starts to play and tears immediately well up in my eyes. Where's my saviour? I don't know.
Walking up to the school enterance I notice the gang of jocks. They notice me coming towards them and srround each other in a circle, laughing as they share a joke. Trying my best to walk past, head down; un-noticed and earphones blaring I think I have gotten away with it... Until I feel a cold, wet feeling at the back of my head. Eggs. -.-
"Hey Emo girl! You've got a litttle something in your hair!" Josh, the leader shouts out. I ignore his comment and just simply turn the volume up in my earphones, Black Veil Brides blasting through my ear drums.
"OI! We're talking to you!" I hear faintly through the music, Damn why can't these ear phones go any louder? Pretending to ignore them once again I start to walk a bit faster, before breaking out in a jog. As I approach my school form room I let out a long sigh. Putting my hand up to my hair I remember the eggs the jocks had thrown at me. I start down the corridor towards the girls toliets, letting out a litle scream under my breath in exasperation.
Reaching the toliets, I realise this is where the "fake bimbo sluts" hang out in the morning. Sighing, I pull my ear phones out and hesitantly push open the door and step inside. The first thing that hits me is the strong smell of rose and jasmine perfume and fits of giggles that escape the lips of the girls. Keeping my head down but using a feeling of confidence, I stride over to the last remaining mirror and pull out my hairspray.
"What do you think you are doing?! Your not allowed in here, We don't want the blood from your wrists plastering our walls! go on, get out!" Britney, the fakest and meanest one screeches. Determined to get the egg out of my hair I ignore her outburst and begin to dry my hair under the hand dryer after wetting out the egg.
"Did you hear what I said? OUT NOW!!" She screams whilset running at me with her hands filled with eyeliners and mascaras.
"Ooh, freatning Britney! What are you gunna do, Colour me in to death with your eyeliner?" I say smugly whilst dodging her aim. Screaming in frustration she swings her designer bag onto her shoulder and flounces out of the room, her posse of followers closely behind. Chuckling to myself i spray my hair back into place and leave the room myself, still laughing on my way back to form room which does give me a few odd looks from passers by but.. meh who cares. Just as I start to think today wasn't going to be so bad, I remember my first lesson, is mathe. With the jocks. and the fake bimbos. God, why life?!
Trying to walk to mathe as slowly as possible I notice the gang of jocks walking down the same corridor closely behind me. Picking up a faster pace (dont twist that) I reach the mathe room just in time before the jocks catch up with me. Well thats what I thought. *BANG*
The next thing I know, i'm face to face with the floor and pain is surging through my head.
"Thats for ignoring us this morning! And this.. " Josh laughs whilst finishing his sentence with another kick to my gut.
"...Is for not being excepted into society!" He laughs again.Clutching my sides in pain but mostly fear i lay on the floor getting kicked and bruised for actually no particular reason... Wow god really doesn't like me.
"GET UP, BIATCH!" I hear a jock shout and immediately stand up from the floor to face my attackers. Josh races at me and before I can get a word in, he has pinned up to the wall.
"WHY DON'T YOU CUT YOUR WRISTS A BIT DEEPER? SUICIDE WOULD MAKE US ALL HAPPY, SO WHY DON'T YOU DO IT? NO ONE WOULD MISS YOU CAUSE ITS NOT LIKE ANYONE HAS EVER LIKED YOU!! SO JUST HURRY UP WITH IT, YEAH?!" He booms whilst repeatedly kicking me in the stomach. He finally lets me go and when I think its safe to get up and i weakly rise to my feet I take one last punch to the side of my face before they run of laughing their butts off. I lay there helplessly for what seems like hours. Looking down at my sliver bracelet from jake, tears well up in my eyes. Just as the first tear falls i hear a small voice in my mind that whispers comfortingly "Jake. Jake can help you. Find your big brother jake before its to late..."
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So what d'ya think?! I havent updated in forever because i thought my first chapter was rubbish and i gave up hope in this story but, I'm kinda bored today so thought i'd carry on!! please comment and fan if you enjoyed and if you think i should carry on.. please leave a comment saying so!! Thank you if you used some of your time to read!!
