My Name is Porcelain (A Marianas Trench Fan-Fic)

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Hey, this is my first Fan-fic, soI apologize on it's terribleness. Tell me what you think? Thanks, and Enjoy!

~KeepClassyRamsassy~

Spiders, Coyotes, failing, dying and dreams. The only things I could consider myself scared of. Which I know isn’t true. I know I’m scared of much more than that but these stand out to me. They haunt me every day, I mean I practically live in the country and we have a couple coyotes around. And the house being old, spiders like to stay with us. Failing, I’m kind of a perfectionist and if I fail a class or I can’t do something right away I keep going until I do it exactly how I want it. That may be normal, but not for my family. Unless getting drunk and beating your only daughter until she is completely sore counts as being a perfectionist, if so. I don’t know what I’d call myself. Dying, of course I’m scared to die. Yes, I may think of dying and how much easier everything would be if I just left, but I’m terrified of making the biggest mistake. Dreams are my biggest fear. They usually come true. People don’t believe me when I say I’ve dreamt something that happened, but I know I have. My dreams are usually about my dad walking around the house thinking he’s quiet, then my mother screaming and me covering my head with a pillow. Sometimes dreams show me new places to hide from my dad. He should be on my list of things to be scared of but surprisingly he’s not. I’m not scared I’m just weak.

“Porcelain! Get your ass down here.” I took the single headphone out of my ear and paused my music. My dad and I just moved to Vancouver, three days ago. My dad got a job transfer, we came from Ontario. I was actually kind of happy we were leaving, it’s not like anyone was going to miss me. My mother was in Vancouver too, but buried six feet under. She had always wanted to be buried here. So six months ago once she couldn’t hold on any longer my dad shipped her here. We had a small funeral since not many people were fond of our family. Who would be?

I set my laptop on my dresser and slipped out of my new room, I rolled my eyes just before I started down the stairs. “PORCELAIN GET YOUR ASS MOVING!”

“I’m working on it!” I stepped into the recently unpacked kitchen to see my dad standing with a joint clenched between his teeth. “You fucking ass! I thought moving here would change something about you.” I growled to him with a disgusted look on my face.

“Shut your mouth.” My dad barked back. “Get your fat ass in the living room and finish unpacking, I have a meeting in thirty minutes.” I rolled my eyes.

“Is it the hot red head, or stunning blonde? Maybe it’s the sexy brunette. Yeah I like her and her fake boobs and ass. I want to be just like her when I grow up.” I said my last sentence in a childish way and wandered off into the living room.

“Hey! What are you talking about?” My dad grabbed my arm and pulled me back so I spun and was looking him in the eyes. When I tried to pull away he tightened his grip and slapped my left cheek.

“I just wanted to know what whore was going to be my new mommy.”

“Get moving.” My dad slapped my cheek again and pushed me. I stumbled into the dining room and used a chair to keep me standing.

“Asshole.” I decided I’d leave the living as it was and traveled back upstairs.

“Porce? Porcelain?” I’d forgotten that I was video chatting with my one and only friend. We weren’t even close; we just talked a normal amount. And only kept in touch because we were all we had. “There you are! Where did you go?” I picked up my laptop then dragged my feet across the floor before falling into bed.

“Dad wanted me. Look I should go, talk to you next week.”

“Porce, please don’t do it.” I shook my head.