Mystery Goth Girl

Ten

London's drawing^^ (actually one of my own but it works for the story)
London's pov
I run to the piano room in tears, how could Mom ever cheat on Dad with such a pig? I don't think anyone had ever been that rude to me, not even with bright coloured hair. I hate that I don't seem to belong anywhere. I slam the door and find the picture frame on the piano of me, my brother, my Mom, my Dad and me in my big sisters arms. Ugh, why were we such a happy family when she took it away from us? I scream and push the damn photo frame off the piano, picking up the picture and cutting my mother out of it gave me some sort of relief. I decide then and there that all pictures of my mother must go and burn. I start to pick up the broken glass when there's a knock on the door causing me to cut my hand on part of the broken frame. The tears haven't stopped falling and who ever it is at the door knocks again.
"Go away!" I shout and throw my blue wig on the floor. I hate pretending, I hate the way Mom stopped caring, I hate not belonging, I hate being unable to talk to people, I hate hurting. I hate myself.
"Goth, come on, let me help." Tyler speaks softly through the door.
"No, just go away," I barely hear my own voice as it shakes. I fall onto my knees and continue to pick up the frame pieces and blood slowly drops from my hand. The door to the room creaks open.
"Goth, please," then I hear him gasp. Guess he was going to find out about my hair and name sooner or later.
"Are you nuts? Why would you be so careless handling broken glass. Let me see that," he takes my cut hand in his and leads me to the bathroom. He says something about stinging but I don't listen. I've learnt to enjoy feeling physical pain when it hurts too much inside. But my mind isn't in that this time, it's on the girl looking back at me in the mirror. Her dark hair is a mess, her hazel eyes look dull and her pale face is covered in dark make up that looks like it's melting, covering her face and ruining her purity. Why do I do this to myself?
"Tyler, why are you helping me?" I ask, the stream of tears has slowed and almost stopped. He looks up at me confused.
"Why are you helping me? Why am I worth it?"

He looks shocked when I ask him this. He turns his attention back to my hand and wraps it up rather carefully.
"I am helping you because of what happened. I didn't know that woman was your moth-"
"She is no mother of mine, not after everything she has done." I cut him off and look away.
"Same deal with Desmond, I guess. I can't wait for him to be out of my life but Mom and I will have to move." He looks sad. I open my mouth to comfort him but I hear my Dad behind me.
"You two will stay with us, we have the room but if it's for a long time, you will have to share with either Nic or Lon, while we renovate rooms to be customised for you." Dad smiles and both Anette and Tyler nod. When they walk out, I start to take off my make up but Tyler stays in my bathroom with me.
"Lon? Short for?" I sigh, I knew he would ask.
"It's London, you can't tell anyone that I wear a wig, or that you've seen me without make up or in such a bad state." He nods.
"Do I tell Seth your name?" I shake my head and he smirks."He likes you, you know."
"What?"
"He likes you, doesn't like the fact you're going to prom with Mason." I nod.
"I don't even know if I should go anymore, I don't belong there, like Amy always said, I'm different."
"Well people can fuck off, own your quirks. Go, no one will ever recognise you anyway if you don't wear the blue wig." I nod and smile at him, he smiles back. I wouldn't mind him living here.

Ugh school today, it was a long night, Dad is helping Anette move her and Tyler's stuff in today and I have to get to school in half an hour. I brush my hair, put it in its usual bun, out on my blue wig, my dark make up, but I opt for a light pink lipstick today instead of my purple. I pull on my black jeans, white singlet and red flannelette three quarter sleeve shirt. I leave the blue wig in a down look today but put a hair tie on my wrist in case it gets windy. Walking out to the car I see Tyler in his usual dark blue jeans, black t shirt and black runners, and Nic is in his rugby jersey and black jeans.
"You look good London, come on sis, let's get our sorry asses to school." Nic says to me and I climb into the back seat, letting Tyler sit in the front. The school day goes by mostly slowly as Meily and Ryan aren't here, I didn't see Tally either, so I hung out on the bleachers, at recess and now it's lunch. Photography is next, then Dad comes to pick me up and take me out for the afternoon.
"Hey," I look up to see Kye, what the hell does he want.
"I wanted to apologise to you about the other day. I didn't know what I was doing, to be honest, Amy knew I was high and couldn't see shit properly." I search his eyes and see only the truth.
"Okay, well, thanks for the apology," I go back to drawing the scene of a waterfall with a dragon taking its water.
"Yeh, okay. I'll leave you too it then," he walks away, the only person that I spoke to today besides Dad this morning was Kye. Just fantastic. The bell rings and I head to my locker to get my photography stuff. As always, in class I sit up the back, just designing the costumes for the haunted shoot we are going to do. Tyler and Seth aren't here yet but I'd say they left school or are late, as usual. Speaking of the Devils, the walk in to the class room just as I finish Meily's costume. It will look fantastic on her, she looks gorgeous anyway. They sit next to me but continue their conversation, I don't listen anyway, I'm not really in the mood. I turn the page to start on my costume and sketch out the main body shape. Someone says something but I don't think it's to me so I leave it.
"Miss Firan, what is your groups theme?" Miss Firan? Oh crap that's me.
"Haunted," I say without even looking up. The teacher goes back to the other class members and I hear Tyler say my name.
"Hmm?" I ask, well sorta.
"Are you feeling okay today? You seem down," Seth asks me.
"Yeh fine, just bored." Wow, I've said a total of thirty seven words today, new record of words spoken by a sad London. I pack up my stuff as the bell goes and run out to the car, to see Dad. Maybe now today will be better.