Prolougue:
Walking down the halls. The lights were bright. The kids were pushing and shoving to get out of here. it was a Friday afterall. Everyone had plans. I walked slowly down the hallway. Feeling alone in a crowded room, I pushed onward till I reached my locker. Proceeding to grab my belongings and shoving them into my KISS messenger bag, I slammed my locker shut with a *thud*. I stared at my beat up converse while the kids stared and whispered around me.
“where’d she get all those bruises?”
“I heard she’s a witch”
“she’s just a freak. Hey freak! Go kill yourself, no one’s gonna miss you” Yelled Jeff, captain of the football team.
My heart broke a little bit more inside. You see, Jeff and I used to be the best of friends. We did everything together. Then, in middle school, he went one way with th jocks and the cheerleader girlfriend, I went my own way as a loner. I didn’t fit in here, I didn’t ft in anywhere. Hell, my own mother left me I was such a disgrace. The man I have been forced to call “dad” won’t even look at me. I hurried to the bus, altho the bus was another journey itself. Rosie, the bus driver offered me a kind hearted smile. I tried to smile back as I walked to the back of the bus trying to tune out the insults the kids threw at me. Cutter, Goth, Loner, Loser, Failure, Disgrace to society. I had heard it all and then some. Soon, I thought. Soon it will all be over. They all be sad for what they did. I might even take Jeff’s advice. Maybe…. Just maybe they’d be put through their own personal hell. Just like I had.
CURRENT TIME
“ is she up yet sir?”
“what the hell do you think Sargent. Shes been dead for 9 years, it might take a while for her to… ya know…. Awaken. It’s not every day someone’s brought back from the dead”
*smack*
I slowly started to open my eyes. Blinking cause the lights were bright. I moved my eyes around the room slowly. The walls were white and one-no two men with white lab coats looked at me. There were tubes running to my skin. Scabs and scars were all over my body, I looked paler then usual,,,, and what the hell, is part of my toe missing? That’s the last time I ever get drunk again.
“Sir! She’s up! She’s up!” yelled one of the men in the lab coat things. they reminded me of ghost busters for some reason… There was a throbbing in my head as I squinted trying to see past the lights. Was I hungover?
“well will you shut up dingbat?”Spoke a bigger man in an army looking uniform. “Your gonna scare the poor… erm…” he seemed at a loss for words for what to call me. “the poor creature back to heaven or hell wherever it went to.”
“I’ll assume from heaven sir, cause the cross necklace around her neck?”
“But the appearance of her clothes tho… twisted sisters shirt, fishnet stockings, chains, and her converse… well I think that’s her shoes… could be a lead on the she’s into Satanism….. tho…”
“non the less, Hello, my darling. My name is going to be withheld for reasons. You, my dear, will be called Abigal, You were broight back from the dead for a govermetn experiment. “ he droned on and on and on… I tuned out… wait… did he say,… brought BACK to LIFE!!!!!????? This was the entire reason I commited suicide, so I’d be done with this world full of hatred and anger… I don’t belong here…. but qwait… an idea popped into my head, if im back, life is still happening… so if I can get out of here, I can take my revenge on all whose made my life hell! Finally, they’ll get what they paid for. It was a long shot… but still.
