The secret life of a goth chick

Chapter 1: Introduction: part 1

Picture of Maria in disguise ⬆️

Maria Bronson

"Next time, gothy, stay with your own friends."

"But sis, she doesn't have any!"

"Oh right," she said sarcastically, "I forgot." They started beating me up outside the back of the school, right near the cafeteria.

It's November 25 and I am in my junior year in high school.

I have only been at this new school for a few days now and I'm already the main target of bullying. And I don't care. It's been almost a year since my dad and stepmom died. On February 14, my birthday no less. My little brothers and I survived, but since we did, my brothers went to live with their godmother, our aunt Heather, while I went to live with mine. She's amazing, but the only reason why I'm even living with her was that I don't know where my birth mom was at the time. I still don't! I had two phones, one where I was aloud to text any of my friends, and the other was only for my mom. On the day of the wreck, we were driving home from my therapy appointment. My therapist had told me that it was best not to see my mom or any of my family on her side for a while. I was furious, but was lucky enough not to show it, or my step mom would have given me the "bore me to sleep" talk. The title says it all. We were almost home, just 5 minutes away. Right as I was going to text my mom to tell my brother, Jordan, my little stepsister, Abigail, and my two closest friends, Morgynn and Jaden, goodnight, we felt our car get hit and we flipped over until we landed in a ditch, upside down. When I came to, I was I'm the trees, along with my brothers. Then I realized something: where were my parents?! Turns out, They fell into the ditch, which by the way was filled with water. After a court order, I was assigned to my godmother, Ally, and her husband, Jorge. For a year, I've lived with my them in Austin. But it's been a week since we've been here and I decided to change my look to goth. I use to be a preppy tomboy with tons of friends. But after their death, I've stopped going to school altogether. So now I have no friends, I'm goth, and I haven't been able to find my mom or any of my family.

There was one thing about my living conditions that I hated with all my gut: my uncle was abusive. He would beat me, slap me, and one day, when I threatened to tell aunt Allie about him, not only did he beat me, again, but he raped me! I didn't know what he did cause I would usually pass out from all the pain the moment I knew he was done, and he knew that. When I woke up, I saw that my pants and underwear weren't on me and I was hurting. When he came in, he said, "Next time, I won't use a condom!" And walked away. The next day, he got a call from the army saying that he needed to go for training. But before he left, he said that if I said anything to my aunt anything, that he would hunt me down and kill me. I shivered at the thought of him coming back.

Oh, did I forget to mention that I'm mute? Oops..

After they left, I got up and went towards the bathroom in the cafeteria. Luckily, no one was in there so I could look in the mirror without anyone making fun of me. But just to be sure, I looked around, made sure all the stalls where unlocked and no one was in there, and that no one was in the hallways. When the coast was clear, I walked back over to the mirror and pulled off my wig. What? Did you think that I actually dyed my hair black? As if. I use to have crazy brown hair with blue eyes. I cut my hair all the way to my ears and then got a black wig that goes to my shoulders and got brown contacts, since I was pretty much blind without them and I lost my glasses long ago. So every time I get injured in the face area, putting makeup on, or when I shower, I take the wig off and contacts off. But I wash the wig once a week or anytime it gets dirty.

After cleaning the wig and fixing my face a little bit, I put my wig back on, put on some more dark makeup, and I start for the door. As I reach for the door knob, I noticed my cuts on my arms where showing. I started cutting myself after my parents died.  I would cut myself for three weeks, then for the last next week of the month I would let them heal, so it wouldn't kill me. Or my aunt would.

After covering it up, I walked out and rushed to my car. Luckily I was able get in without the bullies getting to me again. As I buckled up, I realized a message from my aunt saying,

⚡️Hey baby! Get whatever you want for dinner tonight. Your uncle is back and he wants to take me out to eat. See you when we get home. Love you!⚡️

My uncle was coming home?! Shit! It's bad enough that he raped and abused me those few time which, btw, is the reason I became mute, well, that's not really the reason I became mute, but I'll wait a while before I tell you. But if I tell her, my uncle threatened to beat the shit out of me. Literally..

I signed and headed for Dairy Queen.

Xxxxxx

These next few chapters will be short, but that's only so you can know that main people's background. Part two will be posted soon. Vote and comment plez 🤗🤗