Chapter 2

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        When Skye was little, her parents never really got along, and after her birth, her parents always started fighting. They never paid attention to her. Her father would just buy her things just to 'make it up for her' and her mother would never even pay attention to her, and Skye felt as if she never had a family. In second grade, her teacher asked about who they lived with, and when it was Skye's turn, she said she didn't live with anyone. It was just her. Other kids laughed, some whispered, and her teacher was concerned. They even called home. When her parents found out, they were mad. Like real, mad mad. Skye didn't care. Her parents might have yelled at her, but she felt only one thing at that time.     They were paying attention to her. Talking to her. And saying crap to her. Though she didn't care. All she knew was that they were looking at her, talking to her, giving attention to her. And that was all that mattered to her.


        Once in her life, she felt important and felt like she deserved to be in this world, but she was wrong. It was the first time she felt a metallic type of blood in her mouth. She knew what a slap was. She knew what it was like to be called a disgrace. The worst thing to ever happen to someone. Tears ran down her cheeks. Maybe she was wrong all along. Maybe everyone else was right. Maybe she was bullied for a reason, maybe it was best not to tell anyone that she was being bullied. Maybe it was best to not talk to a teacher about any problems. Maybe it was best if she wasn't in this world, maybe to be in this universe. Maybe it was best if she didn't exist or if she disappeared. Maybe things would have been better if she wasn't here. Maybe then things would be better.

Sorry for such a short chapter XD
Ideas and laziness get me sometimes.

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