Damaged Teens

Chapter One

"Get your lousy ass up! ", she snarled and I jumped at her harshness which earned me a crash on the floor.

Just great.

I slowly but eventually got to my feet and scrambled to the sad excuse of a bathroom to splash my face with the ice cold water, attempting to fully awake myself. Was it Christmas or what?

Have you ever wondered how one can be living such a twisted, unlucky life with what seems to no trace of happiness?

Well as for me, I definitely don't need to wonder, cuz I'm living this life as we speak.... I'm Maricka Gillette, a seventeen years old with dreams and goals like any normal teenager. Unfortunately for me, all I got was heartache and painful memories.

From birth, I was raised by my maternal grandmother, Avril Spencer. She was great at parenting and even if things were otherwise, I wouldn't complain. She took the responsibility of my parents and did her very best. She was my everything plus she did a fine ass job in grooming me, hats off. She was everything I needed in a parent. Til somehow she began to change, for the worst.

The absence of my parents had always dawned on me and I wondered what my life would've been like having these people around. I never complained nonetheless, because I was aware of the situation, even though half of it did not add up. I always try to make the best out of everything but being that I'm human, a hormonal teenager at that, frustration got the best of me at times.

I've never really been a happy child and deep deep down somewhere, I knew for sure that I suffered from depression. I've always felt like a burden and an outcast to life but it made no sense telling anyone, or even expect to get help because hey, no one really ever stopped to question how I felt or what I was going through. So I did what I thought was best, I programmed myself to say I'm fine or I'm alright... They always believed and I lived like that forever.

"You better be up or I swear on the life of-"

"I never seem to get bored by the way you choose to pick on me and make my life a living hell, you know", I cut her off, straining to keep a stern voice as I pulled myself down the stairs. I've sucked enough of this and I could take so much more.

"Well perhaps if you actually had parents then I wouldn't have to be working myself up to make you brush past being the worst", she deadpans and I'm taken aback by her tone, again.

"You know what grandma, I'm grateful for you but I've had enough of your-"

Once again for about the ninth time of the week I'm cut off by the reunion of her hands, full force on my cheek. I winced at the shock of burn that rushed through my face but this time I smirked. The tears were wrestling but that's it, I'm not going to cry, anymore.

I'm not going to cry..
I am not going to cry.

So instead I smiled a sly smile, whispering a fake thank you, before spinning three sixty degrees on my heels and stomped back upstairs to my room, if that's what you call it.

I've literally had enough. Enough of everything, enough of everyone. I just wanted to be alone, far from the world and the serpents they called human. I'm sick of life itself and call me a quitter all you want but I just wanted to die.

I didn't even realise the tears had already fallen until I tasted the saltiness escaping through my lips. I bit on my bottom lip so hard that I tasted the metallic form of blood. I always ended up crying no matter how hard I tried.

I was so sick of crying, of breaking down. Of being a softie but most of all, I was sick of being mistreated. Mistreated for no given reason and being constantly reminded of the outcast I really was.