Wave of Hope

Chapter 1 - The Real World

Malia's POV

'No! Please stop!" I sob at him.
"Please!" I scream. "Stop!!"
I'm screaming so loud.
I can't stop screaming and yelling.
"What do you want?!" I ask at the top of my lungs. "What do you want with me?!"

I hear a laugh so evil it makes me shiver.
He just keeps laughing and laughing. It's so scary when he does that. His laughs get louder the longer he laughs and I can't stand it.

I scream and scream until my throat burns.
Then I scream some more.

"What have I ever done to you?" I yell in his direction. "Why are you doing this to me?" I sob again "I want to go home." I whisper. Tears fall down my face as I look into the dark corner I know he's standing in.

He steps out of the corner and leans down to grabs my face roughly, squeezing my cheeks so hard my jaw hurts.
I look into his dark, emtionless eyes for a moment before I move my eyes away and look at his terrifying face. Anything would be better to look at than those eyes.
When you look into those eyes it's like looking into the eyes of the dead. No soul, no life comes from those eyes. Not even satisfaction or anger when I try to fight.

"I think your getting a little to loud. Don't you?" he asks in a deep scratchy voice.
He throws my head away and walks to THE table.
"No! Please! I'll stop yelling! PLEASE!!" I say trying to be quieter but getting more and more desperate by the second. "Please stop" I beg him.
He shakes his head and turns to me.
"Something just tells me that I can't believe you. Now I'm truly sorry but I have to do this." His smile appears and it rivals The Joker's "Who am I kidding. I'm not sorry at all."

I scream for the last time and sob in excruciating pain for the first but defiantly not the last.

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I wake up covered in sweat, tears in my eyes, and breathing rapidly.
I sigh in relief when I realize it was just a dream. I wipe my mouth with my sleeve in habit and start quietly sobbing. I wrap my arms around my legs and bury my head in them.

After about an hour of that I look to my clock and see that it's six o'clock. I shrug to myself and go to the bathroom to get ready for my first day at a new school.
I'm really not excited for this but my family had no choice. Our house burned down because of the spread of a wildfire. It really sucks because I'll get stared at by people and I'll have to start from scratch.
I had a fairly good rep at my old school. I was a mute nerd everyone teased.
But no one hit me. Ever.
After what happened to me when I was ten my parents took me to self defense classes. Anytime someone tried to touch me I panicked and would use what I learned. It didn't take long for them to learn not to touch me.
Now I gotta teach newbies all over again.

I grab my glasses and go into the bathroom and do my usual routine. When I'm done I go to my closet and grab black skinny jeans and a grey Three Days Grace tee shirt. I strap my knife onto my ankle and put on my biker boots that hide it. I pull out the knife swiftly to make sure it won't be blocked and put it back in.
So what? I'm paranoid. Sue me.
I go to my mirror and make sure it's not visible. Once I'm satisfied I look over myself.

Light brown hair, 5'5, skinny but not overly so, and bright green eyes. My eyes are my favorite thing about myself. They don't have twenty-twenty vision but I love the color. Green has always been my favorite color.
I don't wear any makeup but I do put on some chapstick every once and awhile so they aren't dry though.

I turn and grab my backpack then walk to the kitchen.
Nobody's up yet so I go to the fridge and grab some eggs and bacon to cook for us.

A few minutes later my dad comes in dressed for work and kisses me on the forehead.
"Morning sweetie" I smile and nod at him then turn back to the bacon.

When it's all done I set out the plates for me my mom and dad.
When I sit down my mom comes in. "Yum! Bacon!" she sits down and starts digging in. "Morning Malia" I smile at her and carefully eat my food.

I have to take little bits and put them between my teeth then tilt my head back to swallow. I try not to eat in public because people start gawking after awhile. It's annoying but I don't really have much choice in it.

When I finish I take my plate to the sink and wave to mom and dad telling them I'm leaving.

"Bye sweetie have a great day! And don't be nervous you'll do fine!" my mom gives me a hug and kiss on the cheek then hands me over to dad "be careful Malia okay? Love you and have a good day." I smile sadly at him and kiss him on the cheek and turn to walk to school.

My parents didn't let me go anywhere alone after what happened but they talked to my therapist and she thought they should give me a little more room so I can get used to being back to the real world. I shake my head at that. The real world is not what everyone thinks it is. It's not happiness and rainbows and flowers. The world has some messed up shit in it but nobody wants to see it. So they ignore it and see the world as a perfect, smooth, round sphere when it's really just a bumpy and fucked up ball.

I get to my new school and stand in front of it for a minute.
It looks like any other school to everyone but to me it's just a worthless hellhole that does nothing but give me misery.

Wow I sound so depressing right now.
But hey, I have a pretty darn good reason.

I sigh heavily and walk through the big double doors.

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