Chapter 13
I ran a hand threw my, now black, hair. Every inch, every section, pure black. As black as black can be.
'Are you fucking kidding me Deanna?'
Ah yes! Pure and sweet like blood on my finger tips. See the other day I just couldn't stand it and before I knew it the words just spit out like venom. I couldn't control it and my anger just seemed to enrage.
I looked into the mirror wear I currently was wearing a black leather jacket, black shirt, black skinny jeans, and combat boots, which are also black. My eye liner bolded the color of my eyes and my hair just looked like I ran a hand threw its sum what straight state. I mean if I'm gonna go all out I mind as well.
I made my way to my locker in school. All these papers fell.
Oh what joy! It's the same thing every time.
Slut.
Whore.
Pole strutter.
Oh that's new! Very creative. Real sweet. I slammed my locker shut and headed to class that will do me no good in life. I sat next to my partner, Jessica.
"Hey Jessica" I breathed out and she didn't answer me
"Are you not gonna answer me?" I questioned and she surprised me when she turned her body to face me
"Yes, because I thought you should know your a bitch. Do you feel happy? Cause I know how ecstatic you feel. Thank you. Thank you Claire really." Jessica replied with so much sarcasm
"Did I do something..." Before she even had finished her sentence Jessica had given her a deadpan look
"No bitch you didn't do anything. Nothing at all"
"Ok Claire and Jessica may you please present you song please" Mrs. Montgomery called out
Oh shit. Jessica must of seen my worried look and just smiled and gestured for me to follow her upfront.
"This is a song I wanted to dedicate to Claire cause he's my best friend in the whole entire world" Jessica said as she cleared her throat
"At first you were awesome,
pretty, sweet.
Now your a ruthless bitch.
Don't feel bad shit happens!
But please don't go suck my
boyfriends dick-"
"That's enough!"Mrs. Montgomery yelled
"Oh no no!
Fuck you bitch, you cold ruthless
bitch, go die in a hole
No one will remember you
And yet they won't forget
That you smell like shit" She finished off with a smile
"The end" and by this time every one was throwing paper at Claire, snickering or calling her names
"Oh and if you think you'll get away with this you won't" Jessica threatening whispered to Claire
Claire couldn't take it as she grabbed her stuff and ran out the classroom. She ran to her locker and pushed her back against it sliding to the floor. She gripped her hair as tightly as she could so the tears wouldn't threaten to peal down her face. The cold hardened expression fell upon her.
The rest of the day had past and everyone had made up their own songs for her.
Boyfriend stealer.
Slut.
Street walker.
They even went as far as to spread their own rumors about her.
And all threw that day Claire didn't know who she was; the things everyone called her or a strong person who can't fight every day things like this.
When another day of school rolled by Claire opened her locker once again but instead of papers their was a letter.
Dear Little bitch,
Stay away from my boyfriend. He is not yours. Not your own to have. Not your own melody. You can play music like a violin, but instead let the violin be the skin and the bow be your blade. It's your turn to play.
She looked at the bottom of the letter which laid a blade a perfectly non-touched blade. She looked to her left and right. No one in sight as she dis-attached the blade from the paper and held it tightly in her palm.
If its music they want; it's music they'll get
Let. The. Games. Began.
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