White Means Hope

Chapter 5: Love Drunk

After I had burned through a whole pack of cigarettes, very unhealthy I know, I had fallen into a numb state.

I had two reasons for that state.

One was because trying to light a cigarette without a lighter is very hard, and after ten minutes of trying to do it with an oven flame, I just stole one from Tracy.

The bimbo would be useful if she left 'weapons' around the house like that.

The other reason that I was numb was I was recalling everything that had happened, and I was thinking about the torture that would await me at school. I had no clue what people would say, but judging by the way I knew them, they wouldn't even cut me slack even if they drove me to my decision. They will throw it in my face, just like they threw my mothers death.

I growled as I recalled one of the worst torturing's.

Flashback

"Shut up bitch!" Mary Ann had screamed at me, her tone filled with venom. I had winced at her voice, and attempted to sit up, only to be brought down by Marie. Marie was Mary Ann's twin sister, though their look's weren't very similar.

Other than that, their crueal personaliaty's matched.

I had remained mute as I swatted her hand away, and used the wall as a support when I finally stood up.

People where gathering around, but no one was helping.

Of course no one would. Mary Ann had ruined my life, she had turned everyone against me. Everyone hated me, everyone judged.

Amusement filled the eyes of the entire crowd as Mary Ann used her stiletto heel to pierce my shin. I winced, and jerked my leg away.

"What's wrong Olivia?" She had asked at that, a cruel smirk on her face. "Don't you like seeing people get hurt?" She had asked as well, not really doing with the stabbing of my leg. Well, only a little.

I had shook my head, being mute. Mute made it harder for them to bully me.

"She asked you a question, answer it." Marie had hissed through clenched teeth. I narrowed my eyes and shook my head again.

Mary Ann shrugged. "It's ok, the spoilt bitch never does what she's told. Doesn't follow anything. Isn't that why she killed her mom in the first place? Injected the poison in her veins, leaving her to die?" She had snarled, the snarl directed to me.

Images of my mother's death, my words to her, our times together, flashed in my mind. I would never do so, why would anyone?

Why would Mary Ann start this?

I felt my blood start to boil as I got angrier.

Dangerously angry.

"And of course, her dad--" Mary Ann had begun.

"Robert." I butted in. She glanced at me, surprise filling her gaze. She hadn't expected me to talk, no one had. I hadn't talked for the three years of this going on, I found it pointless.

Mary Ann quickly covered her surprised gaze to one of hate.

"Well, the mute girl talks!" she said, her voice bored.

"Anyways. Robert--" Mary Ann had begun again.

But I had snapped.

"Shut the fuck up! You don't know anything! You haven't been in my place, you don't know what it's like to lose a parent. You don't know what it's like to deal with you--" I searched for a good word todescribe them. "--with you fucking idiot's that have no clue as in to what pain I feel. You treat me like shit every day, you take the bad things in my life and throw them in my face. How much do you want to bet that none of you even know's how my mom died?" I paused, waiting for someone to speak up. When no one did I continued. "See? You say that I killed her, when you don't even know how she died.