My Demons

Prologue

Scarlett's POV

"Look, it's her."I hear the people around me whisper.

"Demon."

"Monster."

"Murder."

I hear but all I do is just keep walking.

I can't let them break me.I thought.

If they do that means they won.

I will win.

I will fight this.

But some moments I don't feel like fighting, I don't feel like standing up.I feel tired.I feel useless.

Broken.

Unloved.

Done.

That's enough Scarlett.I thought to myself.

Just make it through the day.

I make it to my next class without beating someone up or yelling at them.I take my seat at the back of the class and take my notes.Many people would look back at me with fear in there eyes, thinking I'll do something terrible.But I try to prove them wrong everyday.I even try to show the teachers I'm good.But in there eyes, they only see that I'm evil.

I never knew protecting the people I love would cost me this much.

*****AFTER SCHOOL*****

Before I head home, I walk over to my favorite store.

Hot Topic.

People think that store is all dark,creepy and scary, but they got it all wrong.That store is amazing, it sells merchandise from all my favorite bands and anime and its the one place I feel accepted.

I walk into the store and start looking around.I come here every week buying something.I swear I've brought everything in the store already, but then, something else catches my eye.It was a cream T-shirt with navy ringer collar & text design that reads "Bad Choices Make Good Stories."It had to be new because I've never seen it before.But what it said can't be truier.I grabbed the T-shirt and kept looking around.

Then I saw a burnished gold tone chain that had a pocket watch with cut-out Alice in Wonderland design.

I studied it for a while.

When I was little, I used to watch Alice and Wonderland all the time.It brought such good memories...

But then that happened...

Demon.

I shook my head,grabbed it and headed towards the cash register.

After I payed for it I realized I had to head home soon.My parents would probably not notice though.I just sighed and started walking.

When I always walk home I stroll by the park near my house.I would always see little kids playing tag or hide in go seek, and teenagers playing basketball.Always rubbing it in in each others faces when they score or win the game.

What fun.

Being a normal teen.

You'll never be normal.

Whatever.

At the corner of my eye I could see 3 boys.One was on the floor in pain and the other two laughing at him.

Why would they do such a thing?People call me a monster when they probably do this.They're just the same.The same monsters.Bullies.

I quickly run over to the making sure they're not aware of me.