Half Vampire Half Fae

Chapter One

Life is a dream for the wise, game for the fool, a comedy for the rich, and a tragedy for the poor.-Sholon Aleichem

I was walking home by myself, it was only like a fifteen minute walk from school to my house. I could have been picked up, but I wanted to walk for some reason that I never thought of. As I trudged in the half high grass next to the highway trying to avoid cars, I couldn't help but think of all the bad things in my life. My parents are splitting up, my dad's an alcoholic, my mom's a drug addict, my younger brother smokes fake weed, my oldest brother is in prison, and I never see my other older brother. I just wish we at least had a decent family.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was sitting at the dinning table, my dad at the North end, my mom at the South, my younger brother at my left, my oldest brother in front of me, and my older brother on his right. The was before Seth went to prison, before Blake left me alone, before Wayne started smoking fake weed, before my parents started fighting, and definately before they started drinking or doing drugs. Of course I was like five.
~~~~~~~~~END OF FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~

My world has been switched every way since then, I wonder why it did, and why am I even here? What did I do in my past life to deserve a fucked up family on the brink of insanity? Why me? So many questions, but no answers. Funny considering I'm not the curious type, I just play along and get the day over with. When I came back down to Earth, sadly, I saw that I was in my driveway. Huh, I really must be out of it today...no wonder why my teachers kept asking me questions in class.

I looked in the garage to see my parents weren't home, thank Jesus. Another not so fun fact about me is that if my dad is drunk and pissed off (most likely at my mom) he beats me, except when he's like that and I'm already in my room I climb out my window and climb on top of the roof. I usually bring my phone, earbuds, a pillow, and a blanket because he usually stays pissed until he passes out and that could take hours.

I even used to be popular, until third grade and I started getting depressed. I was everyone's friend poor, rich, nerd, prep, I would talk to you. Then I got depressed and only hung out with the goths and punks. Almost everyone started avoiding me because I became violent and wasn't scared to kick ass in the middle of school. In fifth grade I tried to go back to how I was, but I already had the bad ass bitch reputation. So, I would talk to someone for a few months and show them my true colors. I even made a few rules for myself.

1. Never cry at school. 2. Always seem intimidating. 3. Don't look weak or desperate. 4. Don't let anyone see the cuts or bruises, and 5. Expect the unexpected. Over the years I made like fifteen friends, but Amelia (Amy) and Gabrielle (Gabbie) are my best friends. I'd jump on a moving plane if it was possible for them. We all have an Avril Lavigne song that explains us. What The Hell is for Gabbie, I'm With You is for Amy, and Smile is for me, Wish You Were Here is our group song. They know everything about me, they even know about me cutting myself.

Yes they were upset and shit, but they knew it was my choice and I had good reasons. A few times they caught me doing it, they just helped me wipe up the blood and clean my cuts. They're the only two that know, no one else knows. They know I heal fast, I can smell blood, and that Blake is my favorite brother. Of course I talk to him, just not as often as I'd like.

As I walked up to my room I saw the all too familiar hole in the wall, that's where my dad pinned my against the wall with my feet off the ground, his hand on my neck. Slowly cutting off my airways until I almost passed out, I was choking him back too, but as his grip tightened my grip loosened till he finally let go. He slammed me into the wall so hard it left a hole. I stepped into my room and threw my bag on the floor next to my bed.

I changed into a pair of purple basketball shorts and went into my bathroom. I grabbed my razor blade and pulled up the fabric on my right thigh. I sliced the razor over my skin and watched blood slowly ooze out, when I could smell the metalic scent, I grabbed a towel and got it wet to clean the cut before putting on the antibiotics. This is a daily routine for me, except when I'm with Amy or Gabbie. Just because they know about and saw it before, I still don't like doing it in front of them.

Amy and Gabbie do it too, Amy on her forearm and Gabbie on her hips. We all know about it, but we don't really talk much of it because we're not proud of it. Sometimes I try to fight against the urge, but one way or another, I always end up giving in. I hate myself for causing me more pain, but I can't help it. I grew up since the time I was six, in this hopeless family. But hey, at least I haven't gone suicidal. Yet. I also drink sometimes, but I get reminded of my dad and usually end up crying myself to sleep.

I zombie walked into the shower and washed my body and hair, knowing my cut is already almost healed. That's how fast I heal, I could break a bone and be healed in half the time it should take. It took a while for me to get used to. When I gout out the shower I dried off and wrapped the towel around me before going to my dresser. I grabbed a sports bra, underwear, and cotton shorts.

Ever since sixth grade I wore a sports bra all the time because my boobs were so big they looked like I wore padded bras or stuffed them with toilet paper. So I wear sports bras to make them look smaller. With my hair still damp, I layed down under the blanket and let sleep over come me.

(A/N: I will make the chapters at least 1,000 words, and I plan on putting a quote at the beginning of every chapter. If there is any spelling or grammar errors please comment so I can fix it. Also if any of this offends you (especially my language) I'll try to tone it down or not go into so much detail. VOTE, COMMENT, FOLLOW)