13 - Little Red Dress

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Tuneage: Claire de Lune - Claude Debussy

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I never knew pain like I did right now. I stupidly went home after school, avoiding Charles like the plague along with Damien and the gangs goonies. The gang had grown to know who I was, along with being comfortable around me and growing protective over me as a little sibling since I had been around Damien so much. In all honesty, I loved so many of them, although some still did scare me.

My hand was currently being held over a stove, the side of my arm hovering over the glowing burners. My mom gave me a sad smile as she looked at me, her eyes practically breaking as she had the same brown as one of my own eyes.

"So you never leave."

The pain was a fire burning sensation I never wish to encounter again, blossoming from under my skin as she held me. My screams were unheard and my cries unanswered, not that I really expected them to be. She threw me back from the stove and watched as I stumbled onto the cold floor, clutching my arm as tears poured from me. I often felt so soft and weak for crying, but at some point I stopped caring.

My tears were my strength, the only thing making sure I was a real live human being and not some cyborg with an automated brain inside my head. Don't think I'm crazy, I just needed the emotions raging within me to assure myself that I am, in fact, able to have emotions and feelings so well integrated into society.

But all it seems that society im cares about is money and personal appearances, along with the appearance of love. That, and being extraordinary.

My problem is, I've always wanted to be ordinary. I never wanted to be the girl with the weird eyes, nor have I ever wanted to be the girl covered in scars. I don't mind being the girl covered in tattoos, especially since not many knew of those. Now it seems though, I was the cliche girl that was in love with a gang leader; although I do wish I could say he loved me back.

I was in love with him, in case you wondered. It wasn't until I sat in art class earlier today, and was watching him like always. The sun had been beaming behind him, the light illuminating his tame skin and dark hair. I saw his soft expression regarding his friends, the way he looked at art itself.

I could love him if he chose to love Courtney. I could love him, but away my feelings as long as he is happy. I would let him have the world, regardless of my heart.

Pain across my face brought me out of whatever thoughts I had, my eyes looking back up to my mothers dark brown ones. She snarled at me, my heart breaking at the obvious distaste my mother had to her own daughter. I bit my lip as she reigned down kick after kick on my ribs, feeling my own bones groan in pain.

I'm not sure when I finally passed out, but when I woke up I took a shower as quick as my injured body would let me and practically scrambled to school. It was about 9:30, and I had missed all of first and almost all of second. When I finally did get to school, the bell rang and signaled for third period, my fucking study hall.

I ducked through the halls, trying to avoid the faces of those gang boys I knew so well. Ducking my head down didn't end up helping me in the end, because I turned a corner and pretty much splattered myself over a body that ended up looking at me with that same goofy smile he was so well known for.

Luckily, it was only Joey and Charles, and the hot headed Italian I'd grown infatuated with was no where to be seen. I raised an eyebrow to Charles since he had technically been trying to avoid the lot of them because I was supposedly 'Damien's girl' even if Damien wasn't aware of it.

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