Red Eyed Emo

(SUITABILITY) Warning: age 13+ as it mentions self-harming and suicide thoughts. - Average amount of bad language.

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Hi, my name is Jenna (or known as Red Eyed Emo at school) I'm a blonde 16 year old girl and living at home with my dad and we live in London, still at school studying biology, I'm hoping that would tell me why I have red eyes, how I got red eyes and why I'm the only one. Only science can answer that for me, well I think it can anyway.

Well where do I start? People don't really like me because I'm different, I don't think people should judge me just because I have red eyes. I have been bullied since I started high school which was five years ago, and in that time I have got used to it as well as self-harmed and attempted suicide. Most people try there best and avoid me, I don't blame them though seeing someone with red eyes, they must be bad news. But there's nothing wrong with me, like people say no-ones perfect.

As I walk home, trying my best to cover my eyes with my hair. My house is just around the corner from school so I speed walk home. As I got to the gates of my house a little boy fell over I ran to him and asked if he's alright, he looked at me with fear and asked me why I have red eyes, I replied back,

"I don't know I was born with red eyes, but I'm normal like you." I said.

But he was a little boy so I asked him if he hurts anywhere, he said he's knee hurts so I look at his knee and it was covered in blood. There was a smell in the air, a smells that I had never smelt before, a sweet smell. When I was younger I had really good reflexes so I never really had a serious accerdent, I didn't have Any friends which made matters even worse and i wouldn't really talk to my dad, things changed when my mum left us when I was nine.

But when I was eight-teen that's when things started to change.

Two years pasted and now I'm eight-teen, this blood obsession has to stop. Is it normal for a human liking the smell of blood? I wouldn't think so. I have noticed that my reflexes has improved since I was 16 and younger. And luckily I have left high school now. But what's the difference, I still getting hate at collage. And I've only been here for a year, is that bad? And the things that tops it off is that I haven't been getting a lot of sleep for the past year, is it due to the bullying? Or is it something else?

It's 6am, Monday morning. I didn't get any sleep last night, I wasn't tired. And my dad has found a new girlfriend he's been with her for nearly a year, they were up all night too doing there business. It makes me cringe let's stop talking about this... I don't like the step mother she looks like a doll with the amount of make up she puts on, she's covered in it. And all I put on is eyeliner, foundation and lip-stick.

I was on the bus to collage, and as I got on the bus I saw Celina, one of the school bullies, but I called her slaggy Celina because she try's to get on every boy she see's! She boasted to me,

"Look who's on the bus, it's the Red Eyed Emo. I wonder what's it's doing on here."

I ignored her like I do all the time, there was one time when I was about to sit down and she pulled the chair away and I fell straight on my arse. I was frustrated but I couldn't do anything about it. I was about to burst in to tears, but I never show weakness and after the bell when I went straight into the toilet and started to cry, I was then thinking what's the point in life? And with the pin in my pocket I starting scratching my arms with it until they bled. And then covered it up with my blazer. After my break down in the school toilets, I become obsessed with self harming and slitting my wriest open every time I felt depressed which was all the time, and I always had the thought of what's the point in life, it's shit?

So I got a totally new look. I dyed my hair black and started wearing black clothes, and got an Emo styled haircut that come right across my face, and covered one of my eyes. And the other good thing is that people are more scared of me, when they walk past me they try and avoid me, but nothing is going to stop slaggy Celina. Of course bitching about my new style, well fuck her she'll have to get used to it.

My dad and step mother, then have a go at me because they think I'm 'ruining my life' with my now emo/gothic look. Well everyone will have to get the fuck used to it, because I'm not going back. The past is in the past and I'm NOT changing because people don't like it. And if the step mother doesn't like it I'll force her to move house, I'll buy her a doll house.

Fuck this shit, my dad said that I have to change back if I want to stay in his house. Fuck you dad I'll move out, he's been such an arsehole lately. I think it's her, the drag doll. I bunked collage for the day and I was packing my shit, I left a note saying 'fuck you and your doll.' Maybe he'd like my new attitude as well. I have moved into a two bed room flat, top floor. I didn't know what I was going to do with my life now. At 11pm I got a message on my shit phone that I don't use from my dad saying 'you bitch.' Obviously there's not different between me and the doll if I'm a bitch.

I began to wonder where my mum went, I have no way of contacts her, I've tried FaceBook but no, and twitter. But it's like she's hiding from me? So I thought to my-self what's here in London that's good for me I'm getting bullied by a slaggy bitch. I knew my dad's bank details so I booked my self a flight to New York, America, of course if I'm a bitch I have to start acting like one. I'm going on to the flight tomorrow after noon. Yay bunking collage again! Well I have to call up and say I'm leaving, which I'll do later.

Okay, so I have phoned collage up to say goodbye and thanks for nothing, I learnt shit from there. I'm now going to take a taxi to go to the airport. Now I have to wait an hour for my flight. And the first think I do when I get there is I HAVE to get a better mobile phone. I haven't had a good one but it's going to be important. Okay I'm on the flight/plane I hate going up, and down, the rest of the journey was fine.

Okay, flats alright as well. Still a two bedroom, I think I'll like it here. I went out to get a phone, I got an iPhone in the end. Of course my dad is paying for it, even though I don't want him to find out my number. It's the first night here and I'm wide awake just sitting here doing nothing, the good about this flat is the furniture was already here, so I have a sofa, t.v, bed, table and chairs ect.

I was watching t.v and the I hear something, I get up and the window is open in the kitchen. I defiantly didn't open that... Then I turned around and there was this woman and she said,

"Don't you recognise your mother?" It was my mum...

I hugged her, she hugged me. I asked her how did she find me that she was never there, and she said,

"I was ALWAYS here... Even in London I was there, like you I got a new look."

She explained to me why she left, she left because she was like me, but her obsession with blood was much worse and then she told me she was a............ Vampire and that I'm also one which is why I have red eyes. That answered all my answers, it became clear. I was a vampire, so I took a flight back to London and I thought I'd say hello to my bullies, and now they will know how bitchy I can be.

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