The Loud Slience

Cassie's POV

I stumbled helplessly through the dark hallway, running my hands across the walls trying to steady myself. The lightswitch, I was sure was near, but I had been running for 5 minutes, and the hallway kept going, and I hadn't felt even the slightest crease in the wall. No matter how fast, or long, I ran, I was stuck. I was stuck, in a hallway, in the dark, forever.

Then, suddenly, I heard the voices. The raspy, dry voices of the un-wanted. They cried their chant of need. "Tonight...Take me.....Want me....Want the un-wanted.....If you die before you wake....I promise your soul I shall not take!" They cried over and over. Frantic, I slid my hand over the wall....and felt a doorknob. I grabbed at the knob, and turned it quickly, forcing the door to slam open.

I saw them....the un-wanted were everywhere..aginst the walls, in the middle of the floor, even crawling upon one another. Their eyes glazed over, teeth yellow, and clothes tore. I screamed a loud, ear splitting scream, before I woke up, breathing heavily.

Another nightmare..so much like the others..but oh so much different....I sighed, and slamed my head aginst the pillow. "Why?" I ask silently. "Why the un wanted? Im wanted!" I screamed intp the silence.

I threw the covers off me, and placed my feet on the cold hardwood. I forced myself to stand and go take a shower. Although, it was only 5 a.m. I stripped off my clothes and looked at myself in the full body mirror. "What do you see? Take her, and make her who you WANT to be....not a dirty slut." I repeated the last thing my mother had said to me before she left two weeks ago. I am a dirty slut.....i'm a stripper...so i'm what makes the word slut!

Closing my eyes, I stepped into the ice cold water and gasp sharply as it hit my body. I shook my head and suffered through till I finished, and when I got out, my used-to-be pink lips, were a light shade of blue.

I grabbed a towel and ran away from the mirror. I couldn't look at myself anymore....I just couldn't. I hid in my huge closet, and grabbed my clothes for the day. Black skinny jeans, a My Chemical Romance t-shirt, and my converse.

After heavy eyeliner, and grabbing my gray hoodie, I was ready to go to school. As i flew down the stairs to my car, my dyed black hair flew behind me. I smiled, and remembered when Daddy used to play with my hair. Before he was a drunk. Before he hit me. Back when everything was normal. I shook my head, trying to erase the memories.

I threw my skateboard on the gound and started skating. The wind on my face felt amazing. I hadn't skated all weekend. Stupid club had me work overtime. Oh well. More tips for me.

I skated until the school came into view. I got off my skateboard, and threw it into the bushes like usual. What happened next, was not something that usually happened. I bumped into Lisa Maker. The school's popular, athleat who thought she was everything. "Shit..." I mumbled as she snarled. "I KNOW you didn't just bump into me!" She shricked in that high pitched voice.

Her friends smirked. "Um. Sorry?" I said more of a question. She Lisa snorted and slapped me pure across the face.

"Bitch." She mouthed and walked away. God....