Colder Than Black

True Nightmare of the Hell Hole

After walking for such a long distance until her feet bled, the blood seeping out of her shoes and letting her know with each squishy step, the thunder of rain made her cringe. An abandoned dog house, the soggy and rotting roof curved inward under the pressure of rain, was the only thing keeping the rain away from her already shivering body. Cold? Fear? Neither, she felt neither. Her body was over reacting to the exceeding amount of guilt that threaded through her body. She had shut someone out again. Had given up hope once again. "Damn it all to hell!" She snarled, but without the malice she should have had.

Finding a house down the street by an old fire station, it barely even standing anymore, she found someone to give spar clothes, and a shower. After sleeping in a mud hole of a dog house, people begin think you  to are homeless and worthless just by walking through the hallways. Looking the way she did waking up, she'd be fresh meat from a mile away to any guy who could over match her strength. The girl who spared some clothes, luckily gave her black and dark clothing in her style and size.

Sun was only just beginning to skim the streets with light, and a foggy haze was everywhere. She stumbling into where her hell hole was to begin with her being introducing to anyone and everyone, and dragged along by a nerdy video-audio tech geek all week. All the while, that techie was dreaming he might get a little something-something, if she had low self esteem that was.

Dragging herself into the school yard, she was greeted by the principal who tried to hard to be your friend while having awful onion breath, and trying to drag you around, talking down to you. All the students were staring at her as if she had a target on her forehead.  Then, as if that weren't enough, the teachers watched her closely to see if they could "figure her out."

I hate how all these adults want us to change the world because "Kids are our future" or how "Kids can change the future" . And yet every teacher here, watching me with those disgusted eyes, would say I don't know anything. Yuck, they disgust me so much. The same adults the support kids making a change are the same ones wanting to keep us quiet. Why must every adult pity us! We should pity them! Hell I pity all of them. Failing to do as they wanted because they were to old to start to achieve! The youth, we rule this hell ho--

"Ms. Winter?"

The oh-so-kid-friendly principal tried again "Ms. Winter?" 

Still trying to come from her own thoughts "What?" Damn I talk to myself to much! And look where I am now. Doing this damn thing again. Listening to the voices of echoed thoughts.

"This is Keth, he will be showing you around school all this week. He has been here all four years and is very familiar with the halls. And, of course, your schedule too since he has most these classes as well. " Kid-friendly principal said, his voice grating on her nerves with that way too joyous tone of his..

Glaring deeply at him with a smile, her thoughts were that all of her own. Angel boy. What a nice... surprise. "Hi, nice to meet you. My name is Nox."