Some Kind Of Fairytail

I am fucking breaking out (andley)

I look at the clock, 5 am. My grandma wasn't going to be here until nine. I hadn't seen her since I was four. Eleven years ago.

Knowing I won't go back to sleep I get out of bed to pull on a pair of sweat pants. Standing in front of the mirror I look at the cuts on my stomach. They were starting to heal from a few days ago, I've been trying to stop.

I pull on a sweatshirt and walk into the living room. Seeing that my mom wasn't up yet I sigh with relief and plop myself down on the torn up couch which stank like pot and alcohol.

I also didn't have to worry about my dad bothering me either. The cops figured out he was the town's drug lord and he and most of his gang got busted a few months back.

I turn on the tv and start watching some kind of murder show. My favorite. The story wasn't to interesting so I let my mind wander.

What if my grandma doesn't like me? Does she even want me?!

I start to panic at the thought of this, maybe she won't even show up. I try to shake away these thoughts but they're hard to ignore. I turn my attention back to the murder show hopeing it will distract me.

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KNOCK KNOCK!

My eyes fly open, I must've fallen asleep. My Mom was sitting at the kitchen sipping something from a coffee cup. Her eyes were blank and scary looking, reminding me of that woman from the show who killed her husband.

I run to answer the door, it was the social worker, Molly. I let her in and lead her to the table to sit by mom.
"Good morning mr. Purdy". Molly says cheerfully.
Mom looked at her with blank eyes.
"Ashley, why don't you get dressed and get your things together while me and your mom sign some papers. Your grandmother should be here soon."

I walk to my room in a daze and shut the door. I take off all my clothes and stare at myself in the mirror. My long black hair was a tangled mess, eyeliner was smudged all over my face and there was dark purple bags under my eyes due to lack of sleep.

Sighing at myself with disgust I pick a pair of ripped black skinny jeans off the floor and pull them on along with a black sweatshirt with a skull and flame design on the back. After a few minutes of fixing my hair I put on a studded belt and clipped a long metal chain that could pass as a dog leash onto my pants. I finish off with a thick layer of eyeliner around my eyes like a raccoon like and a pair of biker boots.

I start to walk down the dark hallway but stop dead in my tracks when I see an older looking woman with long black hair and warm brown eyes. Molly sees me and drags me out of the dark hallway and over to the table. I look down at my boots, I can feel my grandmother's eyes on my face. I look at her through my hair and see her smiling at me. I look over to my mom, she still had that stone cold look on her face.

"Ashley honey, you've grown so much. I'm so happy to see you!"
I feel arms wrap around me, not sure how to react to anyone touching me affectionately I just stand there awkwardly.
I sit at the table with my head down as they sign even more papers. I'm asked to sign some and do it without caring what it was for.. doesn't matter anyways.

When the papers are finnaly done Molly stands up and gives me a hug.
What's with all.the affection today I don't know how to fucking handle it right now.

"I hope you have a great time with your grandma" she says cheerfully with a fake ass smile.
"It was nice working with you"
I also give her a fake smile and wave goodbye as I close the door. Finnaly the bitch left. Her fake ass personality was to much to put up with for long.

I hear talking in the kitchen, well grandma was talking my mom was screaming. I run to my room and lock the door. A few minutes later after the yelling had stopped there's a faint knock at the door. I unlock it and crack it open to peek out.
It was my grandma. I open the door the rest of the way.

"Sorry Hon, your mom isn't all to happy about me kidnapping you. But I am." She gives me a smile, a real one. I can't help but smile back. But it soon disappears when me mother suddenly appears behind her.

"Are you ready to leave me?" She seethes through her teeth. I respond by looking back down at my boots. I quickly grab my bags and bid my demons Farwell as I close me bedroom door for the last time. At least I hope this is goodbye.

I put my bags into this backseat of my grandma's car and walk back up to the door to hug my mother goodbye. Even though she gates me I'll still miss her, or at least what used to be her.

She pulls me close and pinches me back right where all the other bruises from her were. I wince and try to pull away praying that grandma hadn't seen any of this.
She whispers in my ear, "you're going to regret this you little bitch."

I pull away from her completely and run to the car and slam the door shut. Grandma got in after me and we started driving.
It was going to be a long drive from Missouri to kentucky.. there was probably going to be snow soon there to, I've never seen snow before....we drive in silence for a few hours until.we stop at a McDonalds and go through the drive through. "What would you like?" I shake my head no not wanting food. Of course she gets me a hamburger anyway, which I refuse to touch. I don't like meat much.

***another few hours of small talk but mostly silence***

I snap myself awake as we pull into a neighborhood. It was really nice with well kept big old houses with big yards and lots of trees. We drive way down to the very end of the street. There was a long drive way with trees lining it. There was a huge old Victorian style mansion.

I step out of the car, my eyes glues to the beautiful, dark house. A car door slams shut snapping me out of my tired yet amazed trance.

"Your grandpa owned many um... businesses before he died. He would be so happy to know you're here now". Grandma said, a smile hinting in her tone.

We grab my bags and walk in the door. All I could still do was stare at everything with my mouth hanging open like an idiot. My grandma gently grabbed my hand and gave me a quick tour of the main parts of the house. There were four floor in all, not including the basement and attic.

The fourth floor and half of the third floor was where the bedrooms were.

"Go ahead and pick any room you want."
With some bags in tow I make the journey upstairs. For some reason the third floor didn't interest me so I went up another couple billion steps. When I finally reached the top step I dramatically threw myself and the bags on the floor, breathing heavily.

After getting my breath back I dragged my bags behind me and began look in doors.
The first room was covered in pink flowers. Nope. The second had rocket ships and space stuff. Kinda cool but no.
My eyes are suddenly drawn to a door at the very end of the hallway. There was nothing special or different about the door, I was just drawn to it. I open the door and see deep purple walls with black furniture and a black and white bed set. There was some black lace pillows but that was ok. It seemed to fit the room just fine. There was a large black desk wealth many small drawers. I opened the clostet. It was huge. There was also a full bathroom. I sit down on the bed to take everything in.

" I thought you'd pick this room." My grandma was standing in the door way with a small but somewhat worried smile on her face. She bites her lip.
"Are you sure you want this room?"
"Yeah... is that ok?" I ask.

"Of course.... um strange things have happend here in the past that all, nothing to worry about."
I'm a little confused about this but just shrug it off I really liked this room. I go ALL the way downstairs to get the rest of my bags and my bass and guitar to drag to my new room.
It was getting late and I was tired so I took off my make up and stripped to my boxers. I climbed into the bed and stared at the ceiling. There was shadows dancing along it. I guess it wasn't the final farewell after all.