Mental Homicide m.c. [A.U.]

Chapter 1

Dixie

I have been here in my new home for two weeks and I have not left my apartment unless it was for grocery shopping. And that reminds me that I need to get a job soon. I only have $100 left from the starter money that I got from the orphanage.

I have been sitting here sleeping on the only piece of furniture that I have, which is a crapy couch that I found outside this crapy apartment complex. But I can't complain. Anything is better than that stupid orphanage.

I was there for all my 18 years. My parents got rid of me as soon as my birth mother and I were released from the hospital. They didn't want me, nor did any of the multiple couples that came though the orphanage doors. Not a single person in that whole place liked me. And when we started going to school the other kids from the orphanage started rumors about me that prevented anyone from liking me.

So as soon as I turned 18 I left even thought they offered let me stay for another year to finish out school. I was happy to leave and get away. But now I need to get my life together.

I switched schools and I start at my new one tomorrow. And after that I need to get a job somewhere. I am tired of sleeping on a couch and eating Ramen noodles for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

I need fresh air.

I got up and through my hair into a bun and put on my fake vans and walked out the door. I decided that I would walk to the school that I would start attending tomorrow considering that it is only 4 blocks away.

As I walked down the sidewalk I looked at each person I passed, wondering if they cared about someone. Do they have someone caring for them? Because I know I don't. No one has ever gone out of their way to acknowledge me. I wouldn't be surprised if only about 10 people knew my name.

I have always wondered why my name was Dixie. I have never even been to the U.S. so why name me after the southern most states? Maybe that is where my parents are from. I'm not complaining though. I have always liked my name. It has a nice ring to it.

I stopped walking as I came upon the school. Bay View High. Thankfully I only have 5 months left of the school year. After that I don't have to be surrounded by ignorant idiots anymore. I honestly don't what I want to do with my life. Maybe I should drop out.

No. No, I can't do that. i need to get into college and show those stupid kids, that said I would never amount to anything, that I am more than capable of doing something with my life.

Heck who knows, Maybe I will be famous. But I highly doubt that.

I felt a cool breeze hit me and it sent shivers down my spine. I should have grabbed my jacket before leaving. I took another look at the building that I would soon hate before walking back to my couch to fix me a bowl of Ramen noodles.

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A/N: Just to let you know, I don't know if being 'mentally homicidal is actually a thing. I made it up. But if you decide that you want to see if it is real then go ahead. AND if it does happen to be real don't hesitate to mention it in comments.

I hope you like the story so far. And I used my name in this fanfic because......lets face it. It isn't very popular. So this is for any other Dixie's that are a part of the fandom.

Enjoy the story.

-Dixie. Xx