Love. Hate. & Juvenile Delinquents.

Chapter 1 : Greetings, Fights, and Hell

"Tell me again why I should fucking care?" I spat at him.

"Because sweetheart, I'm your worst fucking nightmare... I'm going to take away everything, I will break you down...Starting by killing that precious family of yours" He snarled back at me.

I stared at him with fearful eyes... He new all my weaknesses. My family being my biggest, and he knew that. He snickered and touched my face gently. I cringed at his touch... I didn't want this vile man touching me. The man I once trusted, the man I once loved...This beast of man is now going to take everything away from me. My family, my friends, my life...

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That was one of the last days I saw my family alive...I shall never get that day etched out of my brain. Because of him I am what I am today. The deliquant, the orphan, the girl that nobody fucking wants. My heart... black along with my soul. Welcome to my world, my life, my own personal fucking hell.

I wasn't always this mean and cold hearted... No. Once I was a sweet, innocent, happy filled girl who had lots of friends, a boyfriend, and a loving family. Until that dreadful day when everything was taken away from me. I would always think about that day and get lost in my thoughts. I've never been the same since...You never realize how important something is until it's gone. That's how it is with a lot of people though, how they never realize how good they had something until it's ripped away from you. So now I sit here being consumed by my thoughts staring out the car window as the trees pass by in a blur. At the moment I'm being taken to a facility for what they call "bad children." It's a place that's supposed to "straighten you out" and "make you the angel child you could be." Ha, right I thought to myself, like I could ever be that "sweet" child again.

Moving from house to house, orphanage to orphange hasn't really left a good mark on me. Most the families I stayed with couldn't handle my constant drug use or my obsessive drinking...Fucking pansies, can't even handle a 17 year old girl. Granted, I'm not like any other 17 year old teenage girl. So I guessss that means I'm a bit much to handle. My life was just fucked up and that's how it will always be. It's not getting better so it may as well just get worse. Going to this shit hole isn't going to straighten me out, it's just going to make shit worse. I'm going to give everyone hell there and I can't wait.

We arrived finally after what seemed like ages and the gates of hell came into view. I really thought I was entering hell honestly by the looks of it. The gates were a good 30 to 35 feet high and electric fences were all around the perimeter. They really want to keep people in here I thought. I read the sign "GatesWood" in big black letters. We approached the gaurd standing by the entrance and the driver and him spoke and he opened the gate. Glancing back I watched the gates close tightly. Deffinatley going to have trouble escaping this place...Still gotta' try though right? Of course who am I to just let them lock me up. As the vehicle came to a hault I opened the door and stepped out taking in my surroundings. There was a big white building that seemed to stretch on for miles on both ends. The doors were big and made of stainless steel...No ones getting through them. I sighed and saw how all the windows were bard up, well this place looks like fun.

I turned and looked towards the doors and saw a woman maybe about mid 40's step out and approach me with two men dressed in a light blue come out beside her. She wore a tight look on her face and had stone cold eyes that seemed to pierce right through you to your very soul. I looked back at her with the same cold expression. She looked me up and down and sneered.

"New girl, speak your name" She commanded.

"The names Raven..."

"Raven what?"

"Raven Payne."

"Alright Ms. Payne... Welcome to GatesWood. These two men behind me will show you to your room. Do not try anything sneaky because I can assure you, the punishments here are not ones you want to deal with. You will attend classes, and follow a strict schedule. Also, some of the fortunate children have holidays off and as for the others, like you the ones with no family get to stay here. Now, If you fail to follow the rules and your schedule you shall be punished. You have been warned."