Slaughter (Bloody painter x OC)

People Aren't Meant To Understand

I was in the woods. The trees overhead cast shadows and the moon was an eye in the midst of the sky. The trees seemed dangerous, like the ones you see near haunted houses. There were branches that looked like outreached fingers. There were lots of trees, but I was in a clearing. The dirt looked like it had been freshly dug. That, and it was a perfect circle of dirt, about ten by ten feet. It was eerily silent, no wind was present whatsoever. The usual bustling of the forest life was nonexistent. I stayed quiet, yelling for help wasn't going to help. I knew what was going to happen, I always did. One of the trees started to fall, and I braced myself for impact. It never came. I opened my eyes, expecting death to come the second I opened my eyes. Instead I saw a long, snake-like structure climbing up the tree that was bending against its will. It was like I was mesmerized. I watched silently as the tree righted itself as if it had never been broken, and I took to notice that there was a page on the tree. It was scribbled on as if a child had done its work, and it looked like charcoal drawing. I would know, I was an artist myself. There was a stick figure as tall as the drawn tree beside it, and the writing sent shivers down my spine. 'Always watching, no eyes.' I gasped as a person stood in my vision. I didn't get to see much of him.

I woke up gasping. What the hell was that dream about? I ran my fingers through my course black hair as I thought to myself. The dream had never relapsed differently than ending with my death. My mother opened the door to my bedroom, still grimacing at my choice of decorating. Black walls, black curtains over the windows, a bunch of posters; mostly bands; covered the wall. I even had a Batman bedspread. I looked at her as she looked at my room. She put her attention back on me.

"I just came to make sure you were awake, and you are. Get dressed, you have school." She took one last look around the room and left the door open. I sighed.

"Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?" I whispered to myself staring at a Panic! at the Disco poster I had on one of my walls. I shut the door, and grabbed whatever clothes I could find to get changed into. I chose , I didn't want to get in trouble at school for wearing something 'inappropriate' again. After I changed into that, applied a bit of concealer, eyeliner, and mascara on I messed with my hair. I decided to just put it up in a cute messy bun, I didn't give a shit what I looked like right now. I had more pressing matters. I grabbed my , and headed out of my bedroom. I walked down the stairs.

Contrasted to my room, the rest of the halls were too bright for my eyes. The kitchen was a light sky blue, and the living room was a beige. How am I even related to my mother? She was blond, I had black hair. She had the brightest blue eyes, I had dark brown orbs. She seemed to float all of the time, she was so down to earth, compared to me who was anchored to the ground with metal chains. I was forced to be down to earth. My mother handed me a plate full of my favorite breakfast, and I shrugged and ate about half of it before I felt like I was going to be sick. I left the plate on the counter and shouted a quick goodbye before I left.

I hummed 'Animal I have Become' by Three Days Grace as I lugged my backpack down the block towards school. School wasn't all that bad when it came to the work and teachers. I preferred to be left alone. When it came to the preppy school girls though, that was a different problem. Let's just say that they were attention whores. I groaned as the school came into view. Tons of ants droned in and out of the school, hypnotized by the beauty and intelligence of the school itself.

The school's structure was a master piece in itself, it looked like it could be in one of those old fashioned motion pictures in the 1940's. The paint was peeling, and there were columns connecting the roof and the ground together. I walked in the doors (that you actually had to push, not automatic- That's another thing I love about the place). I walked slowly down the hallway, ignoring the stares in my direction. You could say I liked the attention, but that wasn't the case. I walked up to my locker, pushing aside the couple that were kissing in front of it. I ripped the notes off my locker and got the stuff I needed for my class and slammed the locker shut. At this point I didn't feel anything. I walked to my math class, still ignoring the snickering of students that had been a part of the stupid 'art' on my locker. I'll get them back someday.

When I was seated near the back right corner of the room, I pulled out my drawing book. I brought it everywhere, I couldn't live without it. I was the first one in the classroom, I had to be early. My mother always told me that being on time was late, I guess the habit stuck. I started adding on to my picture, shadowing and such. I liked black and white drawing, it suited me better if it wasn't colored. I grinned and didn't realise that the math teacher had been looking at it the whole time. She picked up and examined it.

"Who is this supposed to be Miss Sterling?" She looked at me and back at the drawing. I opened my mouth when I heard some kids whispering that it was probably a fag from a band I listen to. I curled my hands into fist trying to ignore the fact that I was being talked about behind my back.

"It's a guy named Nicholas Matthews. He's in a band I like." I seethed. I heard a few 'I called it's' being tossed around and my math teacher stood all the way up and looked at the group of gathering students. Before I could react she showed the whole class my drawing. I looked down in embarrassment as some kids snickered, and others seemed to be in shock.

"Miss Sterling, I'm entering this into the art competition that's taking place in a few days whether you like it or not." She stated. I blinked, taking process into what she had just said. No teacher has been this nice to me, why start now? I simply nodded in reaction. She stiffly nodded and took the picture to her desk.

After school was over, I starting walking back home. I got the eery feeling that I was being watched, but I didn't act like I was afraid. That would only attract more unwanted attention, and I've had plenty of that today. The neighborhood was peaceful, the green lawns and the smell of freshly mowed grass reminded me of better days when clothing choice didn't matter and people weren't conceited. I looked up at my house and took it all in. Our house was just like every other house on our block, and I hated it. I hated it. The colors, the structure, it was all the same.

I wanted so badly to be different.