The Blood That Runs Cold

Prologe

"Come on you stupid child! Why are you so slow?!" She shouted. I just kept my mouth shut, walking up the stairs behind her by a few steps. She suddenly stopped and turned to me once we got to the first landing.

"Come here." She demanded me. I obeyed even though I knew what was gonna happen. Once I stood in front of her she slapped me with the back of her hand. I fell to the floor, my face became red and slowly bruised. She huffed and turned motioning for me to follow. I got up hesitantly and followed her, knowing I'd be covered in bruises and other wounds by dawn.

Later on that evening I had locked myself in my so called "room" to prevent any further damage to my mental and physical health. My so called "mother" kept banging on my door, shouting at me to open it. I still screamed no over and over again.

"Open this door Sofia Grace!" She shouted. People normally said my full name when they really wanted to get my attention. Her hits on the door became harder and louder, almost like there was a killer at my door, begging for me to except my fate of death and let them kill me no problem... which, I honestly would've been okay with, considering my life was horrible and I got beat at home and screamed at at school.

It wouldn't really make a big difference if I was gone. Everyone would forget about me, and go on with their life's. They wouldn't have to deal with me, the so called "rat" "rodent" "pest". Everyone at school called me those and all of the above, so annoying. I always got into fights, in the lunch room, class room, locker room, bus... anywhere in school, you name it and I've fought there...... and have won almost every singe fight so...

A few minutes or so later and all the screaming and banging stopped. I went to my door to see if I could still hear my foster mother's heavy breathing. Surprisingly, she was gone. Satisfied I went and laid down, falling asleep soon after.

In the morning, my room was dark. You couldn't even tell it was morning if my "mom" didn't scream "get up or you're gonna be late!"

"Sofia! Get your lazy butt up or I'll do it for you!" She shouted.

"Just leave me alone!" I'd always shout. Basically, no matter what she said I would always say something along the lines of "Leave me alone!" And so on. Anything insulting would work too, plus it annoys her when I blare my emo music as I like to call it. I listen to bands like Set It Off, Three Days Grace, Panic! At The Disco, Skillet, etc. (I can do a list of my fav bands if you really want me to)

Finally I was ready for school, wearing my ripped black skinny jeans, a MCR t-shirt, and some fishnet gloves that are of the black. People always called me fishnet or even Ms.Fisherman, it was weird honestly. All because I wore fishnet gloves, that's exactly what it was.

On my walk to school I was listening to "Unbreakable" by Fireflight, one of my fav bands! Then there was "We Are The Brave" and other very emo songs, as I would say. (This is not supposed to be interpreted as an offense/offensive topic. Me and my friend are emo our selves so this is kinda based off of us very heavily.)

Anyway, once I got to school everyone either noticed me and called me a name, or just completely ignored me... which I was fine with. To be honest, I like being alone. No one to bother me, I don't have to care about another person's well being, I don't have to worry all the time, nothing. I don't have to do any of that, nor do I have to be dragged into something I don't wanna do, including drama and stuff.

All that is just something I don't have to care about, that's all taken care of by other people who have friends. Plus, no one has to worry their sorry little heads about me. Which, in my case, would be a burden if anything was to happen. The other person, which is called a "friend", would probably blast text me non stop... which would get very annoying after a while.

Soon enough the bell rang and it was time for class. Once again, I was late, as always. And again, I got detention... for like the millionth time this year. It's every day this happens. I always get extra work, get in trouble with the teachers for not finishing it, and get detention because I didn't finish my work and I was late to class.

Sometimes I wish I was someone else, or at least, could do something meaningful for once...