The Monster named Crystal

Chapter 1- The Apparition

Hello everyone! i'm Haley! this is my first story on here, and this chapter ISN'T FINISHED! i will be adding to it :3 so enjoy what is currently here! :D

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“You know you're crazy.” she taunts.

“No, I'm not” I reply.

“Don't lie to your self.”

“Just get out of my head!”

“Make me.”

“JUST WATCH ME!” I hollered and darted straight to my dresser sliding across the hard wood floor. I pulled the stout dresser away from the wall, and there it was, the hole, the storage place where I hide everything that no one should see... The place with the secret little door in the very back, a small compartment big enough for a little tiny box... the home for the monster, she goes by Crystal. She is always with me, in my head, in my body and in the air. I opened the latch on the door and yanked the petite box out; opened the lid and grabbed my pipe. I put it to my lips as I dropped the small crystal in, then quickly grabbed my liter and heated the bottom. As I breathed in the sweet vapor that my monster exhales. I was free, I began floating, the best thing was, that I could no longer hear Crystal she was gone... for the time being. The fact that I need to inhale her is just very strange and surreal to me, but I don't question it, I'm just glad I can't hear her voice, he nasty, low, scratchy voice. I can only hear my own thoughts, which isn’t much, I just tend to sing little, witty songs that I make as I go along. Though my pointless song was interrupted quickly. By a huge slam of the front door... this only means one thing.

“Crap!” I said aloud and hastily grabbed all of my objects, threw them in the box and put them back into their home. I ran over to the window and opened it for the smoke to air out.

I began waving the smoke out the window, kind of like you would if someone just flagellated and it smelled like rotten eggs.

“AMY!” of course, just who I expected, my god forsaken mother. The one who can't seem to get my damn name right!

“What? I’m quite sure who you’re referring to? I don’t see anyone named Amy around here?” I sarcastically commented on her stupidity, that she can’t even remember her own sons name...

“Sorry, Ethan...” she explained in a fake apologetic tone as she entered my room. She hated the fact that I was FtM transgender. She slapped me right across the face when I told her, and said I was 'no son to her', I didn’t actually care if she was mad about it or not. It is MY life. It was only me and her in the house, and if she didn't want me just like my dad didn't then I would live on my own, I had enough money saved up... I could live by myself.

“What do you want?” I said a little more annoyed then I wanted it to... and I figured this out once I felt the now new pain in my stomach.

“DON'T YOU DARE TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! EVER!” she blared into my ear as she retracted her balled up fist from where she punched me in the stomach. I should have seen that coming...

“Sorry mom, I didn't mean to...” I apologized breathless from the blow. It hurt horribly, I had injuries there to begin with, and a punch isn't exactly the same as a kiss to make it feel better.

Then she frustratedly complained, “I can come in here whenever the HELL I want to young LADY! Now I'm going out of town for a few months. So you will be alone. There is no food, so find a way to eat.” And with that she was gone for 2 months, or 3, or maybe 4. I was used to that too, but it was usually only about a month, well I guess I can be having some wild parties with the rest of my freshmen class! not. If I have any parties then it will be me and Crystal or me and the small little group of odd balls that I call my bestfriends. Who I haven't seen lately due to the fact that I miss school because of none other then, Crystal! Shocker. But they know what I do, they can’t stand it. But they know they can’t do anything about it. They know I have my reasons for doing it, which I never talk about, long story short abuse, alcohol, and anything else bad, really F’s with a little kids mind.