Bloody Valentines (A Scream/Mtv Fanfic)

Chapter 1: Starting Over Sucks

Ryann hauled her backpack as she walked down the halls, her headphone on. She wore jeggings, a plad, long sleeved shirt, and a laced choker, along with pentagram ear rings with cuffs and chains, in which clipped to her cartilage. Her boots clattered against the tiled floor. She'd heard about some field trip, and was actually slightly excited Hoping to have a good year, unlike the lasts, she turned the combination, and like that, it opened easily. In the corner of her eye, she saw a guy with brown hair and a tan complexion, walking by. He wore a leather jacket with so called "sexy" hair, but Ry thought of it as "fuckboy style."

Blood still stains when the sheets are washed,
Sex don't sleep when the lights are off,
Kids are still depressed them up,
And syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup

A sigh came from her mouth as she put away her stuff. She examined the contents of her baggage to find a small lunch packed from her brother, the only one who actually took care of her. Her hair was straightened, curled at the bottom. Her sweaty palm trembled slightly, and Ryann folded her arms nervously. People passed her, as if she was invisible. The only thing they could see was a pansexual cunt plastered in cover girl and unicorn blood makeup and a fake smile spread onto her face.

Kids loaded the bus, and like normally, she was the last. Ryann had snucken into the bathroom and had a quick smoke before, not realizing the time. She'd loaded onto the bus just before and had found herself sitting in a three-seater with a girl and some guy. The girl wore a sleeveless shirt, the guy star wars merch. Ryann didn't pay much attention to them, trying to refocus herself on her music. They weren't at all plaquing her, just making her feel uncomfortable. Like a third wheel in which utterly wasn't meant to be there, but she continued to mind her own business, listening to her music or making music.lys. Ryann's dream was to be a photographer. To travel around the world recording and taking photos, happily.

sick of all these people talking,
Sick of all this noise,
Tired of all these cameras flashing,
Tired of being poised.
Now my neck is opened wide,
Begging for a fist around it.
Already choking on my pride,
So there's no use crying about it

There was a loud grinding under there feet, which Ryann knew wasn't a positive sign. Coal black smoke puffed from the dashboard and a smell like rotten eggs filled the entire bus. The driver cursed and swerved to the side of the road. Kids opened the windows up, trying various attempts to block out the horrific aroma. After minutes of clanking around in the engine department, the driver, after discussing with the chaperones/staff, told the students to get off. They followed his directions and unloaded the bus. Dark rain clouds hovered in the gray sky, resembling the new girl's emotions. 'Just one day..itll be okay..it'll be okay..won't it?' Her thought were blocked off by some teacher's instructions; "STAY TOGETHER! YOU CAN FREE ROAM, JUST DONT GO FAR!" The abnoxious teacher screeched, obviously agitated that no one was paying attention.

Stealing kisses from your mrs. doesn't make you freak out,
Got you fussing,
Got you worried,
Scared to let your guard down.
(Boys)

Ryann's feet crunched on the path. Of course she'd heard the teacher's directions clearly, she just didn't care. Her headphone wrapped around her neck, not exactly on her ears. Her camera in arm's reach, she explored the forest, recording or taking photos. A soft breeze swayed gently. Birds chirped in unison. Autumn. This was going to be missed. Only a few more weeks, with this weather, and it should start snowing. Bare trees vasted in the woods, casting a murderous scene. She felt oddly stalked, but continued to walk. Eventually she came across a stream. Water ran at a medium pace, swim-able. She sat down by the shoreline and began to unbuckle the laces of her shoes. Her eyes looked around at she slid the boots off, along with her black socks. She dipped her feet in the water and held the camera to her chest. Wiggling her free hand around in the moist dirt, she took a few photos. Ryann had promised herself to hang out here for only awhile, then head back, but she seemed rooted down. A sigh seeped from the girl's mouth and she started to rummage through her bag, searching for smokes and a lighter. Eventually she gave up, remembering her brother had confiscated them. Her twinkled blue eyes surveyed her surroundings. She pulled out the small blade from her bag and rolled down the sleeves of her shirt. Her eyes looked at the scars. "Didnt find this, now did you, Ky..?" She muttered as the blade sliced her skin into two, slitting horizontally. Hey eyes watched as the blood began to run down her wrists. Used to it, she peered at her reflection in the water. Ugliness. Ry felt like she should just wear a fucking mask. Smothering her face in contour and eyeliner along with glossy lips hadn't ever made the worries go away. The fears. She'd cried herself to sleep just thinking of how hideous, how pathetic she was. The Girl tried so hard, but everything seemed to fail. She thought maybe it was love she was missing, and she tried to find someone, but that hasn't worked, either.