Dandelion in a pile of roses

Fire in a Sunset

Rough draft not done p.s horrible at spelling so needs a lot of work if you don't understand it I will fix it

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In...out...in...out. Well this is it. I'm officially going back to hell. Well the closest thing to it. I grab my bag the one with the black lace at the bottom and I step onto the plane.

I'm not going to lie that plane ride was horrendous. Half way through it the lights started to flickering and plane was shaking. Even though I just turned seventeen I was about to pee my pants. But no I can't show weakness, not now.

Now let's go back to when it all started. I am Alexa Vega seventeen year old high school student. You could almost say I was normal. Except for the part about being bullied through middle school to the point I no longer had the longing to live or for the one year in high school I could take I was both mental, emotionally, and physically beaten. To the point we're I woke up one day in a hospital with my face bruised up to the point my parents couldn't tell it was me. And my arm which was broken in so many places I had to get surgery. So no I was NOT normal. And the cowards who made me that way will pay.

In...out...in...out.

13 14 15 finally 16. I make my way to my seat. Now that I'm on the plane I'm thankful that I bought a window seat. I lay my head down on the window my eyes close as the "this is your captain  speaking" begins. I let my dreams take over.

I'm walking on air though threw my old middle school. My steps start to quicken. Then I see her. The girl against the locker while both girls and boys insult girls her and in the very middle Brooke. They start to talk about her mom. How she died to get away from her. Or how she deserves to abused by her dad. She is crying when I take my gaze back to her. Then I start to cry because that girl was me. I begin running to them wanting them to stop but I'm stuck. My tears becomes sobs as I see my dad beating me and my moms murder. I'm stuck in a black hole of pain. 

My burst open. I bring my hand to my face. It's damp and puffy. I look at the young man sitting next to me he is focused on his screen. I look at his face he couldn't have been much older then me. As I keep staring he looks up. I quickly shift my gaze. Covering my eyes from sight. The last thing I need is someone seeing my week spot. Out of the corner of my eye see his big blue eyes look at my with concern. I keep my gaze on the window. My eyes don't move from the window for the rest of the ride.

I let him get off before me he takes one final look and walks of. I let go off the breath I didn't even know I was holding in. Grab my purse and bustle off.

I wave my hand around trying to get the attention of a taxi driver. With defeat I sit on the curb. I rub my forehead. My caramel blonde hair falls over my head all the years in Puerto Rico has given my hair the dull brown I used to have a blonde beautiful new style. That's not all that's changed my pale skin turned into a golden brown shine. Back home I was gorgeous. But in order for my plan to work I must become the girl I left to be.

My story starts a long time ago. When I was born my mother was beautiful she hand brown curly hair with the most amazing blue eyes that pierce through your skin. My farther was a wealthy man. But after a one night stand it left him with a baby girl. He didn't love my mom. As wealthy as he was he needed his "business" to stay intact and have an heir in order to do so he needed a wife. He forced my mom into marriage she didn't want this life. My farther became anger with my mom I was six when the first hit was swong. They were a guru get about divorce how Mom wanted out with her and her baby. My farther became outraged and began punching her. I can still see her fall to the floor blood consuming her. Her yelling with all of her power left for me to leave.

I didn't...

I watched ever punch that was ever later upon her. I was weak. I should have interfered sooner. I let it go one for years. Two years.., then I saw a dagger go through her heart the blood trimmings from her heart. Each drop I saw the more the light would consume her. I saw her body fall lifeless to the side her hair damp with blood. Her skin red as a rose. My father looks down at my almost with consurne as I to fall. But that moment was quickly gone as I see my father start to yell. His hands fly everywhere. Every breath of air he scream is just that air keeps us alive but slowly kills us. My eight year old arms stand up. I walked out that door with not a single tear shed for I had all my pain taken away.

That was just the start through middle school I would go to school to find Brooke and her gang there just to make my life hell. The would abuse me emotionally. I would be humiliated. My mother was called a words that I wouldn't dare repeat. How she killed her self to get away from me how she could bare my presence any longer. I would be called names that would be considered a sin.  Then when I got home a daily slap or punch for Winn late sieving the meal cold or forgetting to pick up a sock.

This continued through high school expected for instead of just my dad it became the whole high school. You could say this was all made up. I was just looking for attention. I had a perfect life. But when you have gone through this why lie.

But now this is my time to kill my time abuse. My time for revenge