Palaye Royale; Remington Leith-I'm a father

Chapter 1:

Sarah's POV:

"Slicer! Slicer! Slicer! Slicer!" I ran out of the lunch hall to get away from all the girls. Ask soon as I saw the stairs I went up them & headed inside my room. Quickly, I locked the door behind me, having my back leaning up against it & slowly slid down to the ground. I started to cry uncontrollably "Why does everyone...have to be so cruel! I can't help myself from this terrible habit." I looked down at my wrist, tears were slowly falling off my cheeks. A couple of my tears fell on my fresh & old cuts.

I regret doing this...it's like a drug, I can't stop this habit that I have created for myself. I had this itching feeling again on my wrists. I was trying so hard not to get up & grab my "best friend" out from under my mattress, but that itching feeling was getting worse & worse for me...I can't take this anymore! I got up from the ground & rushed over to my mattress. This feeling was torture as if my skin was burning off my bones. Once I pulled up my mattress off my bed I grabbed my "best friend". placing my mattress back down carefully. I walked into my bathroom & locked the door behind me. I started to see my reflection in the knife, soon I saw a monster instead of my actual face. I grabbed the knife tightly, turning my head away as I started to feel that familiar pain cutting through my skin...

ONE cut...

TWO cuts...

THREE cuts...

FOUR cuts...

My blood started to trickle down my arm like a river. Droplets of blood were starting to fall from my arm, touching the old gray bathroom tiles. "Guess I'm gonna have to clean all of this now." I slowly got up trying to keep myself standing by leaning against the walls to make it to the old beat-up sink, when I reached the sink I turned on the faucet, turning it to cold water. When the cold water touched my new cuts, tears slowly fell down my cheeks again. I winced at the pain I was dealing with as I was cleaning off all the blood on my arm & my cuts. After I cleaned my cuts I started cleaning the tiles with an old rag I have kept in my bathroom for purposes like this. "Much better" I sighed exiting the bathroom & closing it behind me again. I went to the other side of my room to change out of my clothes & into something more comfortable. I grabbed a ripped-up Motionless in White tank top from the closet & grabbed a pair of gray sweatpants from the dresser.

I threw my dirty clothes in the corner with all my other dirty clothes. Who knows how long they have been there, I should probably bring all my dirty clothes in the laundry room. Nah, I'll do it in the morning. I'm not in the mood for cleaning right now, so I walked over to my uncomfortable bed that I have been sleeping on for 8 years. I grabbed my crappy IPod & earbuds, plugging my shit pair of earbuds into my IPod. The first song that started to play was Mrs. Infamous from Palaye Royale. Palaye Royale has helped me through some of the many things that have happened to me in this damn orphanage. Learning that there is a bright light for everyone, even if there is no one to protect you when you need them. I continued to lay on my bed, paying attention to the song playing in my ears. "What am I doing?" I said "There's no chance for me, these snotty bitches have more of a chance to get adopted. While I'm here doing nothing but listening to rock music & reading poetry." I said to myself, the headmistress would always say the same thing to all the damn parents that come here 'These girls are the nicest girls in the building' while I'm stuck here, in this abandoned hallway.

None of the parents would think twice about going down this hallway, the walls & most of the pictures covered in thin layers of dust. There are even old boxes at the end of the hallway that are filled with old blankets & some old activities for the younger kids. I think the headmistress had put all of them here for a certain reason & I already know what that "certain reason" is.