The Devils Angel

1st Chapter: Living Inside A Nightmare

When they said that nightmares are sometimes reality that everybody faces..
They haven't told me it would last forever..
I wasn't prepared.

The school's bell rang, I hated the sound of it. Its like an alarm for the end of something, its like a death alarm. I sighed heavily as students started going out of the room and heading to whatever place they will be. Its Friday and I hate Fridays.. Yes, I admit it. I'm weird, but is it a crime to actually love school so much that I'd rather be here than at my crappy excuse of a home?

Just the word home makes me feel vomit sick. That's how I loathed
home. I hated it with a passion. I put my note and pencil case back at my bag and drag myself lazily out of the room and into the locker. The hallway is crowded, what's new in that. The it girls all hurled up in one corner and then the football jocks at another corner then there's the bully club,the losers group, the nerds group, the rich group, the Gothicism cult, the nobody's group and a lot more. A huge a lot more. I hate classifications, like you have to be a part of some sorta group of friends to be acknowledged.

I don't have any group I'm in. I'm in my own Im-alone-but-happy club. And that's how its always been after we moved in here a year ago. Its not like I'm complaining or anything, I just don't like people putting their nose on my personal life. I know for a fact how friends are gonna be, they open up to you and wants you to tell them about your life's problems like they can help you with your shit. No, I dispose that. I'm such a loner and a control freak. Nobody in their righteous mind would want me to be their friend. I signed again, for the.. I don't know..I've doing that for like forever so.. Yeah..

I took out some books that I'll have assignments, then left the other unnecessary stuffs. My back and shoulder will just hurt if I took all my books and notes home. I by the way, walk home. Its a good 30 minutes walk from school to my house in a fine weather like today. In winter it takes me an hour to go to school and vice versa. On rainy days it takes me 40 minutes, depending on how many mud pools I'll encounter.

I walk out of the school and started my journey home. Seeing some students in their fancy cars, driving away. I felt envious. I wish I had a car too. I groaned. I sound like a strong and brave heroine. I'm not . I'm a big coward, I'm a shy 16 years old teenager in her first year as a senior. And Im not rich. Im not cheerful, I stammer a lot when talking to people I don't really know. I blush easily and I get tensed and nervous. Im such a weak kid, that's how my dad always call me. A weak kid.

I snapped out of my trance and walked quietly. I'm walking along the pavements and side roads of fancy houses. How I wish I could live in one like these houses. I'll definitely have a dog, and I could gain some more confidence and then maybe I could have friends and we will have slumber parties at my fancy house.. Its not a crime for a girl to dream right? Its the only thing I could do. We live in a apartment that's seen better days, the stairs are full of trash and the hallways are dark. Its the only place my dad could afford. He's a janitor at a fastfood while my mom is a waitress at the same fastfood. They earn little, sometimes not enough to last us through the next salary day.

Mom is still in her late twenties. She had me when she was 13, can you imagine having a child on your belly when your still supposed to play with your friends at the play ground?? My dad is 16 that time. Mom look mature when she was 13, she was very attractive and a bit wild. She is still wild.. Too wild for us. I stopped in front of our beaten up door. A whole is covered with covers of my old books. That's the best solution they can come up. I heard my little sister cry inside and then I hear my mom yelling at her to stop. I clenched my fist into a ball, I feel so angry. My sister just cried louder. She screamed at her then I heard a slap. I felt alarmed! She did it.. Again! I pushed the door open and went to where my sister and my mother is. My eyes went to my mother who is changing into her work clothes and into my little sister who has a red mark on her chubby cheeks.. I can't believe how stupid my mom is. I held my tears, I can't cry. I need to loom strong and mature. I went over my sister. She stopped crying when she saw me, I smiled and she beamed at me. I took her out of her crib and embraced her.