My Life, My Mind

Chapter-1

~Ava~

Their insane, they have to be. There's no other way to explain it! I scream in my head while sitting down at the dinning table. While on the other side my parents converse in hushed tones, but the problem is I can hear them. "I think she should go this year..." My mom whispers looking deeply into my fathers eyes while her chestnut hair shields her face from my brief glare. "At least to make some actual friends..." She adds uncouthly as I pretend to inhale a piece of food and get up, walking away to the bathroom. I lock the door behind me and sit on the grey floor. I put my hands on my forehead and then curl up. I can't breathe right, or think straight. My phone buzzes; its a text.

DragonMaster1246: Whats up ?

Ironic...He always texts me when something bad happens. Truth is I don't even know if he is a he, for all I know its a twelve year old girl or a truck driver that lives on the road. The only way we are friends is through the game WCF (War Combat Fight) Its a lame name I know, but the game play is amazing.

EmoAngelKO23: I'm fine, just can't wait to relax and play WCF

(DragonMaster1246 is typing...)

DragonMaster1246: Cool, me too.

EmoAngelKO23: So what's up?

(DragonMaster1246 is typing...)

DragonMaster1246: Not much, just doing some body building exercises, waiting till you get on WCF cause your the only person I team with, and texting you right now. If I may ask, What are you up to on this fine night?

EmoAngelKO23: I actually have to go. I'm sorry; dinner calls. I'll see you on WCF

(DragonMaster1246 is typing...)

DragonMaster1246: Okay then see you on WCF :-)

I shut my phone off. I don't know him, so I never get personal like he does. For all I know he's lying. I know I would...My life is not the prettiest of pictures. Its not even pretty. Its a desperate cry of help splattered on a canvas of white. I take a deep breathe and stand up looking in the mirror. I hold the edge of the sink with both arms as I look at myself in disappointment. Neon blue hair covers my face, my black beanie on top of it, pale ill-skin that signals I do not get sunlight. My eyes are striking, a dull grey that have neon white circles around them. Take the contacts off and I reveal my dark green eyes, but I don't dare keeping my thick eyeliner on and contacts in. My lips are black as my eyeliner they're red when i wash all the makeup off. All my piercings resemble pain that has long ago numbed. Stone in my nose, three studs on an ear, and a ring in another. Last thing I look over is my apparel. A long-sleeved black baggy sweater hiding my vulnerable body. Black jeans that hide secrets of cuts along my legs. Not to mention my arms hidden beneath my sleeves. What did I do to deserve any of this..? I don't care as I look away from the mirror disgusted by my appearance. You could change! My parents would say delightfully I would say back why would I with that catch in my throat I get when I'm about to cry. No one cares about it now nor will they when I change it. So why change!? I would finish in an emotional stutter while the tears run in trails down my cheeks and my voice echoing through the mostly empty house.