Poison

How It All Began

It was a warm, bright Monday morning and the sun was shining, the birds were chirping and the trees swayed in the wind. And there 'he' was. My knight in shining armor. There to balance out my evil with his good. To save me from this pit of darkness swallowing me whole.

Okay. That was how I wish my world operated. Unfortunately, it went like this:

This was a normal thing on a Monday morning. I wake up with bloodshot eyes from crying about one little phobia or another running amok in my head from the weekend. Afterwards, I get up and freshen up for another day at Drew Bree Music and Dance Academy. It was a dream come true when my parents finally let me enroll there but now, I'm not really sure it was the best decision. Everyone has their own little perception of how the world is supposed to be. How you have to be this pretty, this perfect in every thing you do or you're losing it or maybe it was all in my head. Honestly, I don't know anymore.

It bugs me that I let my obsession with perfection get to my head but what can I say. I'm a bit of a worry wart. Okay, maybe a lot of a worry wart. That's not the point of me telling how this story starts.

I worked through my soldier-like-routine: 2 slices of toast with syrup, a cup of orange juice and an apple. You're probably thinking, "Uh, isn't that a little too small for breakfast?" Well, yes it is. That's why I normally have a ham and cheese sandwich packed with me for brunch. I said normally because today I forgot it and my stomach was killing me.

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This was my normal occurrence on a Monday morning. I wake up feeling worse than the night before because of crying my eyes out. Depression is a terrible disease that has been haunting me for the past few years. It's painful and sad yet so very true. Enough about my problems though. I make my way to school after my usual daily routine. Wash up, eat up and go out. Nothing special to be honest.

As I make my way into the campus I passed the usual GROUP of guys catcalling and whistling. It hurts when they scream profanities at you like you're a criminal. "Bitch!" "Slut" they'd say, knowing about my history. Now I feel nothing yet I feel everything. I wished so many times to change what happened but I can't and it haunts me like a ghost. As usual, I go and sit by myself to avoid stares and whispers from those that think they know. They think I don't feel pain anymore but it stills hurts as much as the first day my little secret got out.

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In another corner of the school, sat Shane R. Smith staring at 'that' girl. Me. Of course, I didn't know. I more like felt it, so I looked up. To me, by now I should be used to the stares. I am but still hate it. Most of their eyes would be filled with disgust and well, more disgust. But his, they were different. They looked ... friendly and kind maybe. Why? Everyone finds my guts disgusting. He shouldn't be watching me like I was a piece of art. I was more like a piece of old gum from under a desk, to put it politely.

And then he does the craziest thing anyone has done to me: he smiles and waves.

Is this kid stupid? Does he not know me? I look back down at my sketch book. Nobody has been able to see what this means to me and I like it that way. Only my Dream Book knows what it means. I know, for someone hurting in and out I sure had the time and hope for dreams. They'll come true. But only when I get out of this painful town.

Shane was still staring. Still intrigued by me. Staring with such beautiful, kind eyes. Like he was looking for something. Anything. He's not getting anything out of me. I'd rather not poison his kind eyes with scum of the earth such as myself. Wait, why would I care about him? He's just another one of them. Once they know you, you lose them faster than you met. How cruel this world can be.

Little did I know, my life would become a crazy adventure with this Shane across the schoolyard.

Shane

I just waved at her. I know it's a simple and stupid gesture but it felt like she needed it. I earned a few stares from the little cliques around me, all wondering if I was stupid. I know she has done bad things but the thing is, why should it matter what she did? I mean, sure, her actions are shunned upon in society but who are we to judge? It is wrong, yeah, but instead of helping her, people just push her away.

Another person would look at me like: "Are you so bored you need to occupy yourself with Poison?" That's what they call her. Poison. I for one think that's a cool nickname. I know, it's crazy. Screw me.

A huge part of me wants to figure her out. Get to know her much better than the outside. To bring back a little life into those dull but beautiful brown eyes. Nobody deserves to feel pain like that. I mean sure, life is full of its ups and downs but still, a person can only take so much before cracking. Suicide is real but people feel it is stupid. You know what is stupid? Hurting someone so much that the only way they see out is death. 

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Okay, people. Tell me how it is. Too short, too long? Too boring, too fast? Not descriptive enough or on point? I'd really love constructive criticism and NOT hate messages. It's my first book so I'd like ideas. Also I'm thinking of making a cast for the book but I don't know who to pick. Ideas, my lovelies? 

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Yours truly,

The BookNerd ;)