The Story Of Stacey Pratt

Chapter 1

Anastacia Pratt had always been one for popularity and trouble. She could cause trouble everywhere she was. She’s never been one for school or in any way using her brain. Ever since she was little, she's been drawn to fire. She loved watching the pretty fire. She loved even more to watch it burn down things. She was 8 when she for the first time got in trouble because of it. And it wasn’t just trouble. It was a hell. She’d burned down the house, well, more like mansion they lived in. But they had money. It wasn’t so bad. But everything went lost. Pictures, art, clothes, everything. Memories. But worst of all. Stacey’s little brother…he never got out of the fire. He was killed in the fire. Stacey had killed someone. Stacey had killed her little brother. It would haunt her, the rest of her life. 

They sent her to one one those places. Locked her inside a room. White one. Clinic for mental sick people. They said she was mental. Said she was a danger to the society. They locked her away in 4 years. Four terrible years. She was twelve when they let her out. Sent her to a school. Northridge Boarding Academy. She didn’t know anyone, not a single person. Though, she did get friends. But it was only the ”bad” kind she befriended. But to her it was the bestest friends.  

Even though she’d just been a child when she put the mansion on fire, her father was deeply disappointed and angry with her. He’d always been looking for a reason to hate the mistake. He was always looking. He beat her. Only her. Not Aime. She was the perfect one. But even though Stace failed to notice, Aime was protecting her as much as possible. But Stacey was too broken, too broken to live properly. Things she was told to stay away from, she was drawn to. She befriended the 17 year old guy, Zeke when she was 13. He was everything she could dream off and soon, she and Zeke became an item. Unaware to her though, Zeke was destroying her, piece for piece. He was feeding her with pills and soon she craved more. She, Zeke and their friend, Carmen would do all kind of things. Bad things. Other than those two, Stacey also befriended many others, people that would become her close friend later. 

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Stacey walked in, widening her eyes. Zeke…Carmen….what? Why the fuck were they….Fuck! Stacey turned and ran, literally ran. Zeke got up, chasing her. Fuck. She wasn’t meant to know that he was sleeping with Carmen. After a while he reached the crying girl. 

”Stace, listen to me, pet, I’m so-” he started but Stacey cut him off, glaring at him. 

”You’re not sorry! How long? How long have you been fucking my best friend behind my back?” she shouted. Zeke sighed, rubbing his neck. ”A while…Sorry. It just happened..I mean, i still love you, you know.” he said, trying to convince her to not do something stupid. She always did something stupid when she was hurt. He’d grown tired of her, that was for sure. She was just a child anyway. Stacey looked on him, hurt and broken. Tears rolled down her cheek. She ran away. Her life was officially crushed. Zeke was cheating on her. He’d been her world in two years. She’d just turned 15, last week. She and Kimberly, had been celebrating with one heck of a party. Got high and Stacey had ended the night with Zeke. It had been all fantastic. But it was crushed now. She entered the dorm and ignored Kimby’s loud slacky laughing. She didn’t care what she was laughing at. She grabbed the things she needed and walked away, to the ladies room. She locked the main door, fiddling with the bag of heroin. She’d had it a long while but she’d never tried it. Even Zeke had told her to be careful. Just a very little amount. Or it was a very big risk of overdose which could quite fast result in death. Just what she wanted. She just wanted to disappear. She was crying as she got it heated, not caring about the fact that she over and over again burned her finger tips. She needed to get away. She was too broken for this life. Aime had been yelling at her in around an hour or something, telling her about how much of a mess she was and how much it ashamed her to have as a sister. Her dad had been telling her how much of a disease she was to God, to the family, to the world and worst of all, he’d beaten her so much that she couldn’t even move afterwards. Not in hours. She couldn’t take it anymore. She owe loads of people loaaaads of money. The kind of amount that could get you hurt. She was already hurt by them. She was sick, she knew that. She never wanted to admit it though, but deep down she knew. She was sick with everything. Eating, drinking, smoking, everything. She was eating way too much, which resulted in her forcing it up again. But that wasn’t the worst thing. It was the wish for setting things on fire. She didn’t care, she wanted to care, but she couldn’t care if someone got hurt. There was a pleasure in it. Watching the flames tease and haunt, and kill, and hurt everything it took. It was a kind of drug. She smiled slightly to herself, despise what was going on. She’s been high, so fucking high this night, and Zeke had let her put their clothes, which was on the floor of his dorm, on fire. They’d been high, had sex, surrounded by flames. It had been pure ecstasy. Fantastic. 

She looked around in the bathroom, looking down on the heroin. She wanted to die in flames. If the heroin didn’t make it, the flames would. It would be all good. She took paper, which is was more than enough of seeing it was a bathroom. She laid it around the room,   then she put it on fire. She closed her eyes, the heroin came to her veins, fast. It came a rush to her brain. Tears was streaming. Off with her top. She was going to die anyway. She didn’t care if she only was in jeans and bra. The heroin and the fire mixed together made it hard to breath. The flames was dancing around her, sometimes close enough to burn her if she reached out. In the distanse she heard shouting and yelling. Knocking. Harshly. Knocking on the door. She didn’t care. She couldn’t care. She was crying, coughing, but somewhat there was a happy feeling in her head. Escape. She would finally get away. Maybe even see her little brother again. No…She would go to hell, that was for sure. She didn’t doubt that a second once. She belong there. Together with the devil. They was made for each other, that was for sure. She collapsed on the floor, the dark was coming. The dark was taking her. Finally.