What's Left Behind

Chapter 1

Again, very explicit content. If you are sensitive to cutting, depression, suicide, or violent language I suggest to not read. You've been warned.

It was two years ago when the murder happened. The evidence was clear, the victims were dead and the murderer was found. There was only one problem.

My name was Satana Lurseer. Yes, it sounds like Satan Lucifer. My parents never wanted me. They've told me plenty of times that I'm a mistake. Harsh maybe, but it's not like I needed them for much since I was already fifteen.

"You're a fucking accident. Why are you even here? You fucked everything up." My father would say to me. I would sit there on my phone, not making eye contact with him and reply, "You're the one who fucked her, it's also your fault I'm here."

Those days, people say I had no soul, others say I might need help, few say I am even Satan's creation, which I took as a compliment. They don't know what happened. They don't know how. They don't know why I did it. That's why I'm going to tell you.

It was a breezy, September day, perfect sweatshirt weather. Sweatshirts were about the only thing I wore. Sweatshirts and sweatpants, that's all that was in my closet. My father called me a homeless woman. My mother called me a failed use for clothes.

That day I felt like wearing something a bit spicier than sweatpants so I decided to throw on some skinny jeans. The brisk wind bit at parts of my exposed legs through my black, ripped jeans. They revealed parts of my thigh and one of my knees. My tight leather jacket hugged my torso and shoulders.

I walked to school with my hands in my pockets. At the bottom of my backpack is  a Kahr CM9. It's a small gun that I found very easy to work with. I've brought it to school with me for only a few days, but you never know when I could use it.

I walk in school, getting no looks by anyone in the halls. It didn't bother me though, looks from people meant that someone noticed me. I open my locker, got some hidden food and made my way to my first class.

"Satana!" I heard someone behind me yell. I didn't turn around, and kept walking. "Satana!" They yelled again.

I turned around to a younger boy with jet black hair staring up at me. His innocent, icey blue eyes stared at me with a happy expression.

"You're Satana, right?" He asked in a high voice.

"Who's asking?" I replied with no emotion.

"I'm Jaylen. You can call me Jay though. You are my tour leader. The main office assigned me to you." I looked at him briefly. He was shorter than me. He was a scrawny, little thing. His attitude was too happy for being at high school, that will change fast. I didn't remember getting a tour guide when I was a freshman though.

"Come on." I said, already having a plan in my head what to do. I started to walk towards the main office, but acted like I was still giving him a tour on the way.

"This is the Main Office, come in for a second, I just need to drop something off." I said as I walked in.

I walked in the Office earning many strange and concerned looks. I've only been in the office a few times.

"Take him back, I don't want to tour him." I started to walk out except a hand grabbed my arm and stopped me. I don't move for a few second as my mind processed what happened. No one has ever grabbed me.

I slowly turned around to see Jay, red as a tomato, holding my arm. He tried to hide his flustered face in my elbow, but failed.

"Can we talk outside Satana?" His voice was completely different. He was serious, he actually wanted to talk about something serious.