Deranged

Chapter 1: Darkness

Chapter 1: Darkness

*Ashley's POV*

"You worthless piece of shit!"

My step mother's words ring through my ears. I glance at my digital clock on my bedside table, It's 2:15am and I'm covered in cold sweat. Ugh, Reality sucks. My mom's dead and I'm stuck with this- Bitch. How could life be this cruel? You're okay one day and when you wake up the next, a big pile of shit is thrown on your face.

My mom would always tell me to look at the blessings I have, but since she left, nothing has been bright for me.

My mom.

I feel a tear stream down my cheek, not agian. I can't keep breaking down like this. I have to be strong for my brothers, and ofcourse, myself.

How could this have happened to us? I still can't believe it. I've been living with another family for almost three years now, yet I still feel as though the tragedy had only happened yesterday.

I fluff my pillow before laying back on it. I pull the covers over my head, hoping that it would block out the darkness. And by darkness, I don't mean the lack of light from my room; I mean the dark void that seems to endlessly haunt me. Tortuting me with the past, and never letting me forget it.

I remeber how my mom would comfort me when I felt like crap. And with that thought, the tears come rolling down my face once again; something that happens too often nowadays. You know what? I am just human. I can't resist breaking down right now, so I gladly welcome the constricting pain in my chest and let the tears come flowing through. 

I shut my eyes closed and stay silent for a few minutes, hoping for sleep to come and then out of nowhere a picture of my brother flashes in my head. I mentally sigh. Atleast he's doing better than me. I'd rather it be me in this shitty situation than him. He's always been much more fragile than me and with everything we've been through, I don't think his heart could've handled it. 

I hope light would shed on my fucked up life soon. I am afraid that I might lose myself in all this madness.

I struggle with my self; restlessly tossing and turning until sleep came. 

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*Ashley's POV*

What is that? Is it the light I so desperately search each day? No. Ofcourse not. It was damn sunlight- Wait. What? Sunlight?

I jolt up immediately. Why the hell didn't my alarm go off? I glance down at my alarm clock, It's screen is pitch black. I pick it up and examine it curiously. Why the hell is it off? Shit!

I furiously throw it on the ground. And as the sound of breaking glass and plastic flow through my room, another high-pitched noise does. I immediately recognise it; it's my beloved step-mom.Ugghh.

"What the hell is going on up there?!" Georgia's voice booms through the halls outside my door. Her voice is so annoying. I swear she has to be the devil's right hand.

"Umm, My alarm clock fell off my side table!" I lie.

"Stop taking your anger out on the alarm clock and get your lazy ass out of bed!"  I hate her. I really do, and if it weren't for the things she's doing for me, I would've left a long, long, very long time ago. Or I could've just killed her.

I get out of bed and head for my dresser, grabbing the clothes I'll be wearing today. As usual, just a good shirt, skinny jeans and a hoodie. 

I run out of my room and into the bathroom, stripping my clothes off as quickly as possible. I am just going to take a quick shower. I mentally remind myself. I had no time to take a proper bath since I woke up way too late. After I dressed myself, I still manage to make myself presentable by applying light make-up and combing down the messy waves of my brown hair.