Chapter 1: the beginning
"STOP!!!! PLEASE DON'T HURT HIM ANYMORE!"
Those were the last words he probably heard before his death. I say probably because from all the abuse he suffered before I broke into the house he could've died a long time before my arrival.
Hi my name....... Ahem........ My name used to be Zoey Kyles. What can I say about myself except being the average freak show of my school. I was the gothic tomboy nobody cared for. Since this is my story I suppose I could lie and say I was alone all except for my best friend or maybe a sibling that would always cheer me up. But of course that wouldn't be even a bit close to the truth. I was alone, no friends nor siblings, just my mother and father.
I was almost always told to be weird. Which I didn’t deny one bit. I actually loved the word as it slipped out of the mouths of those who weren't even capable of spelling it. It gave me such a rush to know I was weird. To know I was different. To know... I was... Original. However other's didn’t think so. Weird was weird and to those who thought so there was no room to say weird could also be original. So therefore i went on as that one word and that alone.
My parents were the only somewhat kind ones to me. Somewhat? Why only that word? Well, it's said all parents love their children nothing less nothing more. But my parents are only so kind that they are willing to feed me, clothe me, and give me a "home". However, this is only done for the simple fact that they could be arrested if not doing so. Besides the necessary things by all means they were not afraid to glare at me while I walked from one place to another or to even point out their thoughts of me.
"Demon child"
"Devils off spring"
"We should have aborted you"
"Where did we go wrong?"
"What has The Lord bestowed upon us?"
They gave me this feeling of being unwanted since the day I turn 7. I don't know why or what possessed them to think such things but I guess they found child raising to be hard and hoped by treating me as nothing I'd kill myself off. Well guess what mother and father your plan was severed when I decided not to give you your way. From that time on I raised myself, anything not understood was found by the library.
If I was bored the luxury of going online was not there but rather I'd read. As a matter of fact I guess I should thank those two things that gave me life, because of their carelessness I have grown to be the most manipulative and brightest mind in my school. Although my teachers (who I asked at the beginning of the year if they believed in black magic, that responded with all "no's") now believe I may be a witch. Yes, really, I've even had the police called to my school many times because the teachers would fear that my 100 percent scores on test were cause by magic. Man I love emotional manipulation.
I bet none of my readers care for my life story though. I know what you guys really want. What's going on with that boy you mentioned in the beginning? How did it all get to that? Well, a few weeks before that boy’s death weird things started to happen for a weird person.
One morning before school started I was having a dream. Not very exciting to hear but that's only because the details haven't started yet. I want you to imagine a white room. There's a red dot right before you. As you kneel down for a closer look it gets larger. The thought comes to your mind that the dot is only getting bigger because your perspective has now become closer. But that's not it, now you've stopped your movement but the red dot has now become a puddle and you are starting to be submerged into it. Take your last breath. Do you hear that... It's the whispers of your parents "Is it dead yet?" Awakening you open your eyes only to see darkness. Your body stiffens their speaking again "I think we got it move the pillow". As the pillow is moved you look up to see your parents, they are shocked to see you still breathing. But that, the thing you just imagined, although weird for you. Happened to me, every……. Single……. day. But it wasn’t the same scenario, nope sometimes they’d attempt to drug me or even push me from high places in hopes of my death.
But usually I’d ignore their failure attempts to kill me and get ready for school. Since school is my prison, I dress as the inmate I should. A striped black and white shirt with baggy raged orange pants sets me out while I put on black and white shoes, chains dangle from my pants and lastly an orange hair band. I gaze in my full body mirror admiring myself, the long straight black hair and oddly gray ghost eyes gives me an emo demonic feel………….. SUCCESS! When I believe my look is complete I walk out the front door sure to give my parents a big smile but not sweetly, its more devilish I even wear fake sharp teeth to get a little jump out of the two. Then my day of mischief begins.
Ohhhhhh! How I loathe those who point and stare at me. I mean thanks a bunch I love that you peasants cannot get enough of me. However, a star needs her space. As I walk down the hall a specific girl catches my eye and snarls at me. From my experience the type of girls like her who enjoy wearing pink EVERYTHING can’t stand seeing something as original as me. I glare until she breaks, and although on the outside I seem calm and meaningless on the inside I am itching for the game to begin, to see how she will react. Standing with her locker open exposing all of her Justin Bieber and One Direction pictures the locker door is slammed. “Oh! Hello DYKE! I’m sorry but I am only into guys so if you could stop fantasizing about me that would be nice” she said this with a “I won” look but little does she know I never lose. Being the person I was, I pretended I had just snapped back into reality.
“Oh man! Was I staring at you!” I managed to get a little bit of drool running and then surprisingly put my hand to my mouth wiping it away and saying “oops”
“Yes you were and I’d appreciate it if you would stop I’m not a lesbian like you!” man I hate when they do that. Snapping a sly comment at me and then flipping their hair while the other hand sit on their muffin topped hips as if to say “you’re nothing compared to me”.
Walking up to her I acted as though I was so sorry begging her to lower her voice so others won’t hear. “Eww no I will not go out with you!” she screamed this throughout the hall grabbing the attention of the rest of the sophomores all though I never asked her to go out with me in the first place. I began to smile diabolically.
“thanks for the audience” confused she looked at me
“What?”
I stood up straight and without taking one glance to the crowd gently grabbed a bit of her hair holding it as if it was the most delicate piece of string. Gazing at it I said.
“You may not swing this way but my darling one day your heart will be mine” I said with the most serious romantic look on my face. She stared in awe and although she said she was not a lesbian as I kissed the hair in my hand as a prince would and releasing it I could tell the red blush from one ear to the other would say otherwise.
I’m assuming she remembered when I thanked her for the audience for the anger on her face became over whelming and she stomped her way to class. HAHAHAHAHA I told you didn’t I. hanging my head down with a wicked smile not visible for my hair covered my face I whispered “ I win” and continued to my destination.
