Hey guys, another attempt at writing this story. And yes, it is pretty boring at the moment, but I promise that it gets REALLY good! I promise! (:
***********************************************************************************************************“Yuck, you smell putrid! Didn’t you wash yourself last night? What have I told you about the problems you get from doing that. Do you really want more pim...” said my complaining mum.
“Mum, I did have a bath last night! You’re probably just getting used to my smell, seeing as you have avoided me for the past 48 hours!” I said after interrupting her.
“Annabelle, don’t you dare start on me!” Mum yelled back.
I seriously hate when mum does this. She always tells me to do something, I contest and she makes up a reason for me not to! “oh my leg is in enough pain without you adding to it”, “stop I feel like vomiting” etc.
Argh!
I swear mum has some weird phobia of me. I know stupid theory, but that’s the only thing that I can think of. She had been out on Sunday morning when I got up she was out, for no apparent reason. By the time she got home, me and my very moody father had prepared and ate our dinner and I had taken myself to bed. This morning when I woke up, she left the room, pretending that she had something to do, just as soon as I walked in. And now, as soon as I get picked up from school, the first thing she has to say to me is that I stink! What a lovely relationship I have going on with my mum.. Finally overcoming my problem with mum, I decided to talk to her about why she was avoiding me so much lately.
“Hey mum, have you got a problem with me?” I asked, unsure what her answer would be.
“Yeah, with your attitude!” Typical mum! Everything has to do with the way I talk, look or even walk to her.
“No mum, I’m being serious. Ever since Sunday morning, you’ve been avoiding me like I’m the end of the world!” I said, getting even more frustrated than I was at first.
“I don’t really know, something’s just different about you. I honestly don’t know what it is. Saturday you were my typical, beautiful 15 year old little girl, and now you’re like a monster.” She said. Wow that hurt. Being told that I’m ugly by my own mother, this is definitely the best day in the history forever...
We were finally at the end of our, what felt very long, journey. Home, sweet home.
I walked in the front door, eager to get away from everyone and into the safety of my room
“Hey dad” I said as I saw my lonely dad sitting on the beige couch.
“Hey sweetie,” he replied, “I heard about your little accident. Hope you’re okay”
“Yeah dad, I just wanna get to my room, see ya.”
As I walked up the stairs, I was surprised by dad’s mood. For once he wasn’t the cranky old guy he always is.
I found a comfortable spot on my double sized bed and grabbed my iPhone out of my school bag. 2 missed calls, once again from private numbers and two messages to go with them.
I didn’t care about either of them; the only person I wanted to talk to at this moment was my best friend.
Clicking on her name in my contact list, I selected the message tab. Suddenly I was reminded of all the texts me and Rebecca had made in the past three days. All of them either with ‘x’s or “haha’s”. I miss this friend. I miss having friends that actually liked me.
Wanting my best friend back, I decided to text her:
Hey Beccy, I really miss you!
Wait? I just saw her today that sounds stupid.
Like I do miss her, a lot! I miss all the fun times we had; the times we could just be ourselves without just being judged. The times that she wasn’t a TOTAL BITCH!
I’m being mean aren’t I? She’s my best friend, not my worst enemy.
I actually remember when we said that we wouldn’t do stuff like this. I mean the calling each other bitches and talking about one another behind their backs.
It was the start of grade eight and we had just started high school. She had come over my house to go to the school disco. It was a pretty good night.
We began to talk about all the hot people in our grade, the newbies were so attractive! We then got on to talking about the ‘popular’ girls in our grade and how mean they were. Well, still are I guess.
They are actually so dog legit. That night before she came over, I remember sitting behind some of them in class. Three of them were having a gossip about two of the girls that were outside; their friends. As soon as the girls came back in, they were like to one of them “Oh we’ve saved you a seat!”
Nothing has changed really, but that was something we promised to never become.
I still remember us being shocked at how they could have said something like that to people they seemed to be really close with.
Not really surprised now. Those girls are 10 times as bitchy. The whole grade pretty much is; including my group.
Being pulled back to reality by the thought of my friends, I turn my phone’s screen back on.
Thinking more extensively about what I’m going to send, I begin to type a message.
Hey Rebecca, could I please have my old best friend back? I miss her.
Oh my god, that sounds so dumb as well!
You’ve changed. I want the old Bec back.
Nope, too mean.
I miss the old you! What is this new creature you’ve become?
NO OMG WHY CAN’T I TYPE A SIMPLE MESSAGE TO MY BEST FRIEND!! I actually wish I was a normal person.
In anger I through my phone onto the chair. Bringing my hands up to my head, one of my sharp nails comes into contact with my face.
Man that hurt. As I stand up to look in the mirror, I see the blood seeping out of the little cuts on my forehead.
Shit, what was everyone going to think I did this time? Try to kill myself.
I needed to get this cleaned up. As I lent in closer to examine what I had done, something overtook me. I suddenly had an urge to drink that blood. I could not control myself!
Drawing myself away from the mirror, I jumped onto my bed. Crawling into a ball and beginning to cry, I realise something’s happening.
What had I become?
