Two Lives. One Boy.

Chapter 1- You're different, I'm different

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was quite impressed with my smokey eyes actually, it really brought out the electric blue colour my eyes own. I added a coat of lip gloss, ran my shaking hand through my short jet black hair and sighed. Why am I trying so hard, who on Earth am I trying to impress? No one. I just want to feel confident on my first day at a new college, in a new atmosphere I have no clue about.

School. I slumped back on my wheeled chair and spun around hoping that the sense of dizziness would take away the sickening swarm of nervousness present in the pit of my stomach. I slipped on my sleeveless leather jacked, pulled up my black ripped jeans and laced up my black Doc Martens. Yup, black, black and black. I didn't always wear black but I was kind of in that black mood today. Why? God knows. I thought about what people would think about me when I walked past. Goth, punk, emo? God no, I'm just me. Just me, a normal seventeen year old girl. Okay, maybe not the normal part.

I swung my backpack on, making my way downstairs quietly. I always try to avoid my mum the best I can. I opened the cupboard, grabbed two breakfast bars, hastily wrote a note to my mother saying that I had left for school and rushed out letting the cool breeze gush past me.

Taking in my surroundings, I started the ten minute jog to school or college, whatever you want to call it. The sun peeked through the clouds however the rays weren't quite the scorching type, they just shone on everything situated in its path. A chill hung in the air reminding me that however sunny and beautiful life is, there would still be that chill because nothing in this world is perfect. Not that I know of anyway.

Whenever I'm nervous, scared or in a bad mood, negative thoughts or memories bombard into my brain like a swarm of bees. You know they sting but there's nothing you can do to shoo them away and anyway after they're gone, they leave the stings in your skin reminding you of the pain constantly. God I'm such a wreck, I thought to myself, will I ever learn to lighten up and let go?

Well guess what? I'm nervous as hell so the swarm of bees pay a visit, how lovely. I clench my teeth.

I breathe a sigh of guilt, relief? No, it's probably a sh*t scared sigh that escapes my mouth when my mum walks through the police office door, tear strained, worry and confusion clearly written across her face. She takes a quick look at me obviously thinking I'm not her daughter and carries on darting her eyes around the room searching for a tattoo-less blondie. Her eyes land on me once again and she properly looks at the familiar curve of my nose, the shape of my face and the bright blue eyes of mine. She gasps and gawks while I give her a smile, most likely not coming out as a genuine smile, and saying, "Hey mum."

She blinks, twice, thrice as if thinking that her eyes were deceiving her while I just sat there staring at her with a police man standing around a metre away from my back. The police man coughed waking her up from her trance of shock. "Madam, is this young lady your daughter?" the police man questioned. My mum took two steps towards me however keeping a distance as though she were scared I might attack her. I really did feel angered and hurt about that, I am her daughter after all.

"Adrianna Backwell," my mother, Emily Backwell whispered, "what happened to you?" her eyes were welled with tears. So much had happened to me, I didn't really know how to answer that question and thankfully Emily spoke again before I even had the chance to answer. "Who did this to you?! Who forced you to do this!? Was it blackmail!?" she lowered her voice, "don't worry darling, we will catch whoever it was and you can go back to who you are. Goodness gracious, I don't know what we'd do about the tattoos," she sighed while eyeing my tattoos with disgust, "but we'll sort something out and-

The policeman cut her off, "Emily Backwell, I repeat my question, is Adrianna Backwell your daughter?"

"Oh heavens above, she's my daughter alright but not the daughter I know! This isn't her fault, it can't be! Oh, my gorgeous baby Adrianna, whatever happened to you?"