Neverland

Chapter 2

Nightmares.

I had woken to the sound of a girl screaming at the top of her lungs.

"Help!" the girl screamed as her demons slowly took her away.

They had drowned out all possibilities of hope where her dreams took place. She remembered once being a little girl. Picking daises that were poking through the ground, and delicately placing them in her hair. So innocent, carefree, happy. But she wasn't really happy, no. She had mere happiness hiding the sadness for only moments at a time, until reality came back and showed her that happiness was not a true emotion. Not in her life at least. As she'd place the daises in her hair, her mother became angrier and angrier. It was hard to distinguish why she had hated the little girl putting daises in her own hair, but she had. With no reasons.

The beautifully placed daises could never go unnoticed. Her mother would always realize. And the little girl would always be punished. No food for the night and three, hard slaps to the face was her punishment. The girl would always sit on the edge of her bed and cry herself to sleep after a brutal beating. Yet, no matter how many times she got slapped and cried herself to sleep, she would not stop picking the daises. She refused to let her wicked mother take away her glimpses of light in a dark, scary world.

The girl was me. And I had woken trembling in fear.

I hadn't had a nightmare about my past since I was eleven, and I'm sixteen now. This was weird, and I had no idea what to even do with it. It's not like I could talk to anyone about it. I was staying at my uncle's house in his guest bedroom. Anyways, he leaves the house every morning at 7 AM and doesn't return until 10:30 PM. I have no idea what he does during all of this time, but I know not to ask him. The last time I tried, I nearly ended up with a broken wrist, and I'd rather not go into details on that.

This nightmare was just the start to an awful day.  

After I had been scared to death waking up, I looked over at the time.

7:59.

"Shit!" I mumbled as I quickly pulled myself out of bed.

I ran over to my closet and pulled out the quick outfit that I had set up last night. I always pick my outfits the night before. It was my favorite: dark denim jeans, nirvana band shirt [with the sleeves cut off], Carhart hoodie, all pulled together with my black vans and TØP's "Red" beanie.

I laid it on my bed and ran to the bathroom. I quickly brushed my teeth and put my hair into a messy bun. I went back to my room and got changed in record time. I had no ride, like usual, so I had to walk to school. Normally I didn't mind the 25 minute walk, but today it had to be a 10 minute cruise on my skateboard. I hated riding my skateboard to school because everyone had something to say, for whatever reason. Plus I was doing this on an empty stomach. I had no time for breakfast, I had to rush. Once I arrived to school, I had to sprint to my locker. To my demise, I ran right into Brooke Reynolds, spilling her coffee all over her brand name designer dress. Brooke was the main popular girl. Her daddy owned a diamond jewelry store so she was a spoiled brat. She got everything she wanted without hesitation and her dad was a top donor to the school. If you messed with her, you were done!

"Ugh," she screamed, "this is designer!"

"I-I'm s-sorry Brooke," I stuttered, "I really didn't mean to. It's j-just, I was gonna be late and I was trying to get to my locker quickly and..."

"Oh look! The freak spilled my coffee all over me and is trying to make excuses!" Brooke yelled, bring attention over to us.

"Brooke, c'mon. I said I was sorry. Can't you just leave this a-alone?" I asked, looking into her hatred filled eyes.

"Save it!" she hissed. She walked away, gesturing for her posse to follow. One of them, Lindsey, just happened to get her bracelet caught on my backpack and tugged hard enough on the ratty old thing that it broke. All of my books fell to the ground and I now had nothing to carry them in. Everyone around me started to laugh. I felt so exposed. So embarrassed. Then, to make it worse, my vision slowly became blurry as tears filled my eyes.

I looked around. Who was watching? My vision becoming blurrier and blurrier every time I made eye-contact. Jake. Lisa. Abby. Logan. Mandy. Those were just the kids I knew the names of. I slowly turned around to see who the voice pounding in my head was coming from. The voice that made my heart stop. Brandon. He was there. He was watching. He wasn't my savior, not this time.

I looked into his eyes. Pain filled them. He looked sorry with a smile covering his lips. He looked back at me, making eye-contact. His smile fading away. He could see that I was looking to him for help, but he could not be my savior in a sea of judging eyes. He slowly parted ways from the crowd. After all, why would he want to help me? I tried to regain confidence, knowing that nothing would get better if I didn't. 

Ring. Ring. Ring. It was the bell, signaling everyone to get to class. Everyone around started parting ways, leaving towards their homeroom class. Pretty soon, the halls were empty. Except for me. I had yet to go to my locker and get my books for first period, then to the Vice Principal's office to leave my skateboard, since there wasn't enough room in these tiny lockers. What a day this was gonna be.