Dreams and Stars |An Aphmau Story| {Chasing Dreams Series}

Bella~kun

Bella's POV
Hello. My name is Bella. I am probably the most hated girl in all of Phoenix Drop High. I don't even know why though. I know my abusive brother Dante and Gene are 'popular' but Travis is not. And they abuse me for no reason. And of course I self harm. In many ways. But mostly my arms thighs stomach and ankles. But I don't know. I have long black hair. A pale ish face. I have darker freckles and nude lips. My nose cutely curves upwards and my eyes are vibrant purple. And I have been told on many non school occasions that I have a 'perfect body' yeah right. Wait till you see the scars. The self made scars. The black and blue and red discolor rd bruises that seem to never fully fade away. And the confidence and pride and ego and strength sucked out with it.

I speak fluent Italian and play the guitar. I am a shy quiet girl that never raises her hand and always keeps to herself. And has one good friend. Her own twin. Travis. He gets abused with me and only he knows the things I do to myself. He and I have most classes together and don't expect to make any friends. Well he does. He knows I don't cause of my introverted trust issues. And anxiety. But. I try. Now I must wake up from this dream where I explain everything to you. Bye! Time for school!

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I woke up and woke Travis up. I get dressed as the picture above and also put my glasses on. I decide toms are not good with my ankles and wear black combat boots instead. I pack my back pack with skulls on it with my history and literature books and my laptop I got from a lottery ticket with my earbuds. I also put my phone in there and an extra pair of clothes with my lucky ShutterFly horsey figurine. (MY LITTLE HORSEYS) I walk to school with Travis. My head hung low and my hair falling in my face. We walk into our first day of freshman year. Wow. We get in that line. And get our stuff.  Most classes shared. Two are not though.

We walk to the first class. We sit down beside this emo kid. Me beside him and Travis beside me. The emo kids in the corner. But what can I say. I'm emo to. "Hi." I say. "W-what do y-you want." He asked in a really weird voice. "It's my first d-day to. I-i want-t to m-m-m-m-make friends." I say. Someone kicks my bag and I realize it's gene in the wrong class. "H-hey." The emo kid says. "What do you want gene. This is not your class." I say. Sassily. "Oh I know it's not sweet heart. But I want to remind you you left before breakfast. And you know what that means." He says. I sank in my seat. "HAHAHHAAH. Bye darling." He says walking away but kicking my backpack open in the process. I hold back my tears as I go to clean everything up. "How do you already know g-gene. He's so cool." He says. "No he's not. H-he's my brother. And he's super abusive." I say. "I don't believe you." He says. I roll up my sleeve. "You see that. He carved his name into my arm." I tell him. His face drops. "He's not so cool anymore." He says. Helping me pick up my stuff. "You have a shutterfly figurine. I mean. What is that." He plays it off. I giggle. "Wanna go to my house after school and roleplay." He asked. "Sure. Wait. Are garroth and Laurence gunna be there." I say. "There always at my house." I say. "I don't know. But my other brother might be there." He says. I smile. "Deal." I say.

The day goes on with my brothers and his friends shoving Travis and me. Until I go to the music room to play the guitar. I sing dark enough

There is a girl
In the front of my class
Who I swear I've never seen
do anything but laugh

She's tall she's smart
Beautiful and strong
And when someone's down
She tries to fix what is wrong

How does someone so perfect

Feel so insecure
As to scar her own skin
With cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more

How does someone so loving

Learn to hate her own guts
Drawing a picture on her arms
With a blade

As if her mind isn't Dark Enough