When Opposites Attract. {An Arranged Marriage}
Chapter 1 - Smash
When you're trapped, bound by ropes, and thrown away, you think. You think of ways to escape, and survive. Primal instinct, it comes natural. So why is it, that when your trapped by your mind, you sink in more? Further and further until the only thing left is your, and the one thing you fear the most. Nothing can relate to the pain in my mind, the scars that hold onto my body like leeches to your toes. It hurts, and the only thing that can stop it is me, but I can't.. Can't keep the memories out, can't stop the smile on my face when I think of what I'll do to the people who made me like this. It wasn't long ago, and I was in love. The perfect factor of destruction. Ronny, Ronny was his name. A beautiful boy, parents from Puerto Rico, looks of an Italian man. Easy going, fun, but that was a mask.
He reeled you in, spit you out, and left you to die. And he's out there, alive, causing another girl the same amount of pain. It's a funny thing, you think you know someone, and the next they've turned 180 on you, and now you're stuck to solve the puzzle before your untimely death rolls over you. Crushing your bones like the toothpicks they are. So fragile, yet every one hates them. Hates them to the marrow, they want to rip you apart.
The sky around me was black, to black and I sensed that it was a dream. For one, there were no stars, no moon, no sounds. No ground, or backdrop. Just black, the shade my mind turns. They shade my heart burns. And there were sounds, growling, and laughing. The sweet sound of chimes ringing in the invisible horizon. I looked down, and the white flowing dress cradling my body was covered in blood. The only white let was around my neck, but slowly and surely, it was covered to. The blood dripped around me, and I threw off the dress, watching the invisible knife strike through me. It didn't hurt, nothing ever hurt me anymore. It slashed, and slashed, cutting me apart like a cookie. I tried screaming for help, only to realized that my mouth was stitched shut, the words whore worked around it.
I moved, and I stumbled back onto nothing, but something all the same. I looked around, the black getting dark, clouding my vision, keeping my mind at bay. I crawled like a worm from the flying predators above, but my actions weren't enough. Above me, smiling his hateful smile was Ronny. Watching me like a hawk, plunging the knife through my throat. I sat, and watched in terror as my body dimmed out, and a faint alarm sounding in the distance. Yells, and then silence.. Or so I thought.
"Get up. Get up." I felt someone rocking my bed, and I sat up screaming, terrified, but still alive. Hopefully. I looked around, the white tank top still clean, my sheets still not bloody. I rubbed the back of my neck, and traced my hands along the thin scars. "Tyler, get up!" My little sister screamed at me while I at in a daze. She knew not to push me, I was never very happy anymore.
"Alright kid, keep your pants on." And I meant that entirely. She took off her pants when she didn't get her way, and I thought I was weird? No, she's like the epitome of crazy. I got up from my bed, pushing her aside, and I caught a look at my arm. The tattoos that were failing miserably to cover up scars. Not scars that were put there through my own hand, no scars that were put their against my will. Written on me, carved into my flesh. The tattoos were pretty, giant fish, flowing seas covered the mess off my arm, but you could still see the massive bumps, and raised areas were skin still won't grow back. It's like there are plateaus all over my skin. Now the other arm, not as bad. Just one thin, long scar running from shoulder to my wrist, keeping me from remembering, but never forgetting.
I wobbled into the bathroom, slamming the door with force, I wasn't weak. Not after what happened. I left the mirror covered, I hated looking at myself, it just reminded me of the girl I wasn't. I used to be, but not anymore. As I stepped into the shower, the sizzling water sparking as it touched my cool skin, the memories came back, and I smiled at myself. Silly me for trying to be normal.
