The Girl With Blue Hair {A Novel}

-Chapter One-

Blu's POV:

I smiled as I finally got my phone. I was grounded, so I wasn't allowed to have it. My mom had it on the windowsill in the room right next to hers, or as we call it- the computer room. She always checked that it was there in the mornings and afternoons, so I always made sure to put it back just in time. But she never expected me to take it in the middle of the night- which I often did. I was an insomniac, so I rarely slept.

I slowly put my phone into the waistband of my gym shorts, and tiptoed back to my room. Checking my window, I decided that it was indeed a good night to run- the moon was bright enough to see well enough. I tied my electric blue hair into a decent ponytail and opened my window. Popping out the screen, I edged out over the window sill... and fell.

I picked myself up as I realized what made me fall. "Dammit Melanie!" I whisper-yelled to my best friend. "A bit of a warning would have been nice.." I said, feeling bad for letting some of my anger out on her. "Sor-ree." She said, dragging out the 'e'.

"So- nightmares get you up again?" Melanie asked as I rubbed my eyes. "Yeah." I mumbled.

That was the thing. I was an insomniac because of the nightmares that have plagued me since 5th grade.

"It's okay. Are you going for a run?" She asked, redirecting our conversation. "Yeah, wanna come?" I asked, only half paying attention. She gave me the are you fucking kidding me face, saying "No, dude I literally came because I wanted to raid your fridge." I laughed, I usually kept a food stockpile in a drawer of the fridge, and she loved to raid it.

"Alright, well, you know not to wake up my mom, right?" I smiled at her. She chuckled. "Never- you know as well as I do the woman hates me." I laughed. "True. I'm off, then." I whispered, plugging my earbuds into my phone as I walked away.

"Somebody that I used to know" by Gotye whispered more sadness into my head. My footfalls echoed on hard pavement as I reached the sidewalk. One name pounded through my head as my feet hit the sidewalk- one following the other.

Ash.

Echo.

Ash.

Echo.

Suddenly, one of the voices in my head spoke up. "You're not good enough. Just give up. It's over." I recognized that one. She was "a usual." I nicknamed her "S." I don't know why, but it seemed to be her name.

Ash.

Echo.

Ash.

Echo.

Another voice piped up. She was also a "usual." Her name was Redd. "Shut up slut. You cheated on him. It's your fault."

A tear rolled down my face, pushed quickly by the wind. It left a slightly wet trail, one that was wet again by another tear. And another. And another.

I stopped myself. Stopped running. Stopped thinking. Stopped feeling. I was in charge. Not my emotions. I breathed deeply, and looked around. I was outside of the library, right before cement turned to hard-packed red clay. Another tear slipped off my face. Then everything stopped. I was a robot.

I stopped feeling my hurt, fear, pain, regret- I just turned off my emotions. Just like that. It wasn't always that easy though, I had to train myself. I didn't allow myself to feel. It was hard, but necessary.

I looked up again, and, spotting my favorite bench a couple feet away, promptly sat down. There were tons of benches all over the small town, but this was my absolute favorite. The only reason I could ever think up when asked why was- "It's the oldest." That much was true, but it was more than that.

In the summer of 5th grade, my group of friends had a special tree, not far from here, which was basically our home base. This bench still had bloodstains where I had rested before walking home with my assorted injuries. I remember, holding my best-friend-of-the-time, Greyson, as he too, bled on this bench.

Oh, if benches could talk, this one sure would have stories to tell. It had seen most of my fights, other battles between groups, it had seen everything, from this very spot.

I stood up, checking my watch. 3:13. The numbers glowed green in the semi-darkness.

I turned around. Time to go home.

"One Call Away" by Charlie Puth sang bittersweet lyrics into my ears. I froze. I hated this song. With every fiber of my being. Every time it came on, though, whether it be Spotify, Pandora, Apple music, or Itunes, it was never skipped or muted. I sat through it, a vigil of sorts, until it's run time was over. Then whatever I had been doing would be continued.

"I'm only one call away, I'll be there to save the day..."

I tried to block it out, steel myself against the painful memory. "No.." I whispered, trying to fight the overwhelming urge to just cry- curl in a ball, and cry.

"..Superman got nothing on me, I'm only one call away"

Exactly 4 minutes and 2 seconds later, I won that fight, and I was able to breathe again.

One of the last verses hung in my head, though, in the time before the next song.

"And when you're weak I'll be strong, I'm gonna keep holding on, Now don't you worry, it won't be long, Darling, and when you feel like hope is gone.."

I walked up to my window, climbing up. The screen was replaced, the window locked. Still the last line of that verse called to me.

"...Just run into my arms."

I love you..

That was the last thought before I fell into a fitful, restless, but luckily dreamless sleep.

(1042 words, guys!)

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***A/N***
Yes, I am well aware that the story was taken down. I did it so that I could do some massive editing, and (obviously) change the names of some characters. The description is also new, if you want to read that.

Have a beautiful day!
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