Midnight's Plea

Prom Surprise

Chapter One

Prom Surprise

I woke up screaming in the same ear-splitting horror as the dream, with my legs kicking in the air, and my hands clinging to my bed frame. I wanted to run, but the dream was forever planted into my brain as the voices. It was a frantic, nightmare that I couldn’t escape. But the nightmare was worse. It was a memory, from when I was young, from when I was confused with crazy.

                I kept most of my thoughts to myself, but every now and then I would come across a time when the voices would scream, and I would faint or scream under the pressure. I could remember everything from those times, but I think it was because those times were traumatizing. I remember being shocked, choked, beaten, shot, abused in all three ways………………….

                The voices were getting fainter. They whispered in a soft tone, Maria Barbra Serena, 8/14/16. I think they only did that because they knew they were hurting me. I’ve been harmed since I was six, and it never stopped. This sudden whisper confused me. Melisa Maxi Green, 4/6/34, my foster mom was here.

                “Coming mom”, I yelled. My voice sounded hoarse from the lack of sleep. I hardly got any sleep due to my frantic memories. “I just needed some sleep. But nine hours seems like the longest sleep I ever got.” I yawned. A teen like me needs ten to thirteen hours. “I swear I’ll be down in like, five minutes.”

                “Make it fifteen, and you have a deal.” She said, walking down the hallway to my room. So far she was the only foster parent that didn’t abuse me. She was sweet, and loving, and nurturing. I was going to have to value her for a long time. She walked into my door frame, in her pajama pants, and robe. “I’m sorry, honey I just worry about you too much. I know you know when I’m coming usually, but I just want you to be safe, and clean. I know you’re schizophrenic.”

                “I’m not schizophrenic mom, because I wouldn’t know how to survive without intense care, or the need of a nursing home lady.” I beamed at her.

                “What, so I’m not your nursing home. I seemed to make you survive, for the three years that I’ve had you here.” She wrapped her arms around my stomach, and tickled my sides. “You seemed pretty traumatized when I got you though. I knew you needed someone who would love you for the sophisticated person you are.” Her russet brown skin seemed to glow, as her smile lit up her face. Her round cheek dimpled, and her almond shaped, hazel eyes seemed to sparkle. “Now get ready for school. Don’t want to be late.”

                I sighed, knowing the murmuring my appearance would cause- another thing I hated about school. It was hard being thirteen, especially when you had to go to my school, and be put into cliques.

I had my waist length hair in wild curls that covered most of my face. My eyes darted from face to face, as their last dates speed into my head at a speed that should have killed me.  It’s a good thing these were only whispers. My thin gray tee-shirt was fitting, and slim, though I was not stick thin, like this shirt portrayed. The navy blue skinny jeans shown off my thighs, and my black boots completed the look. I was catlike, and wild, like the heavy bags under my eyes.

                The murmuring began a soon as I entered the school, almost every eye was darting to my curls, then eye bags, then outfit and beginning to gossip. The dates splurged into my head so fast they didn’t make sense. So I kept them to myself, and began to walk faster. A deep scowl seemed to be burned there.

                I made it to science with the scowl seeming to frighten the muscular teacher. My science teacher, Mr. Voltner, kept to himself a lot. He was like me, except he didn’t hear voices in his head telling him when people were going to die. His scowl was as deep as mine, except it didn’t have the burn to it. His face turned pink, and his blue eyes bulged. His brown hair was gelled, and is outfit was the simple blue button down shirt, and blue stripped tie. He forced a smile at me when I walked in. My answering smile was just as timid.