Chapter 1.

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The tears and sadness filled my pale green eyes… Scars on my snow white skin... Here I am in my own white cage. I'm no ordinary teenager, I'm different. I don't go to parties at weekends, I stay at home and I just listen to music, read books, or I finish my paintings. I don't have friends, not a single one because everyone's afraid of me.

I am fragile.

I am unloved.

I am unwanted.

No, I was not like this before. I am not what I am now. Pain made me like this; it took me away from what I used to be. I used to be a happy kid with a happy family and with lots of friends. The horror from 3 years ago still crept into my mind, trapping me on my own shell.

Three years ago, my mom and dad went on a business trip. My brother, Alex and I were left alone and my parents left him in charge. As an eighteen year old boy, he likes to go on parties and so he told me that he'd be back at 12 midnight. I waited for him until I heard a phone call.

"Hello?" I said.

"Jane, your parents are dead."

I hang the phone, thinking it was a joke then my brother came home rushing. He told me that we'll go to the hospital in London. We arrived and there I saw their lifeless bodies and blood stains all over their clothes, their body parts were close to mashed potatoes. It was car accident. The car lost its break and crashed.

I cried for months, thinking that my mom will never be there to read me bedtime stories before I go to sleep. My dad and I will not play soccer and no one will carry me when I get hurt… it was hard.

And then a year has passed, my brother became a monster. He got into drugs and he can't live without it. One night, he came home and I was reading a book.

"Jane, want to play?" he said to me.

From the tone of his voice, he was going to do something bad. I ran upstairs and locked myself in my room and I looked for anything that can protect me from his violence. He barged in and pinned me against the wall, he tried but I hit him with a vase. I ran and shouted for help but it was no use. I tried to run but he caught me and this time he was holding a gun. I tried to get it from him but then he pulled the trigger. Blood came rush through his body.

And then I became the monster. I killed my own brother. Yes, the police believed that I was just defending myself but the society didn't. They called me names; murderer, killer, monster.

I am now in my grandmother's welfare. She's the only thing I have now and we are not in good terms.

I am walking on my own in a lonely track with the whole world watching and judging me… They will never get tired of making me feel like shit. They will never get tired of playing even though I don't want to play.

With all the things that happened in my life, all I want is to prove them wrong. I just want to prove that I am worthy enough. I want to prove that I can be their friend. I want to be like every teenager who had their first love and first heartbreak. But I'm scared. I'm scared to lose the people I love once more. I feel cursed. I'm afraid of people leaving me without a reason.

Being an honor student, I was awarded with a 75 percent scholarship. I sell my paintings online to pay for my school needs. I am independent due to the fact that my grandmother doesn't like me. My life is like a Cinderella story because of her. She had no choice but to take care of me and now she is being harsh to me. She makes me do all the house chores and she also takes advantage of the money I get from selling my paintings.

At weekends, I work in a small café. I work with Calum who's in same school with me. No, we're not friends. In fact, he's one of those people who bully me. No one can stand being with me. I got invited to a party once and I was brave enough to attend but then they just played on me… they threw drinks at me and food and recorded it and the next day the whole school was laughing at me.

I don't know what else to do; maybe something big is out there for me. I don't really know but I'm gonna wait until it's my turn.

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This chapter is kinda short but I'll make it up to you :-) thank you! ♥

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