Savior

Chapter One- A Plan

-ChApTeR 1-

I rush through the crowded hallways full of rowdy teenagers, ready to get to my next class and away from the mass of people. Keeping my head low, I push past people, but it doesn't make any difference, for I might as well be invisible here, nonexistant and ghostly. I unconsicously pull my black hoodie up tighter around my face, so that only my midnight black hair and luminous green eyes seem to haunt through the opening in the dark fabric.

I tug my sleeves down farther down my arm nervously, hiding my scars and faults. Some jocks rush past, and one of them knocks me down to the ground, accidentally of course, but he still doesn't look back. No one ever does. 

I keep back a groan of pain when I slam harshly onto the filthy hallway floors, landing on one of my biggest bruises. While not the worst, it still covers over half of my torso. My ribs are throbbing painfully, but I still push my self back up onto my two feet. Once again. I pull my hoodie back over where it's covering my face and and a still healing bruise on my right cheek. I wish I could just lay on the floor there, motionless, for the rest of my miserable life. Unfortunately, life seems to hate my guts in general, so that won't be an option. 

I sigh, and catiously look around at my surroundings. No one came to help me up, as usual. For once, it might be nice to have someone care, to notice my existance. But all that will end tonight. I'm ending eveything tonight, no strings attached. Maybe there isn't anything after death, maybe there is. All I know is anything is better than the hell-hole of which I currently reside. And if there is something after death, I will get to see my family again, for the first time in years. I trudge my way into the classroom, and sit down at the back of the room. 

I take out a piece of bubblegum, and pop it into my mouth, chewing quietly. Today is the day. The one I have been escalating up to for months. I can only hope that everything goes right. Maybe I'll be able to see my parent's graves. Just maybe. But I've given up on hope, because that only exsists in fairy tales, along with soul mates and all that. And even if it did exsist, I wouldn't deserve it, because I should even be alive right now. 

Sometimes, they haunt me in my dreams, my Mother and Father reaching out to me, along with my little sister, Luna and my unborn baby brother. If only I had been the one to die instead of them, then this world wouldn't be tinged with grey, the nights damp and dark along with the cold chilling feeling of being completely and utterly alone. I haven't even been able to touch any of the money that my parents left me. It feels completely and utterly wrong to do so and I won't become a monster like Carl.

Carl is supposed to be my foster father, but I know who he really is. A monster, with no regrets of any of the things he's ever done to me. Though, I suppose I deserve it for surviving the god-awful car crash that occured one year, six months, thirteen days, two hours and seventeen minutes ago. I can remeber the dark roadways, the crunch of the smashing metal, and the screaming of my mother while Luna cried in the backseat. I can remeber the way the streetlamps seemed to put a green tinge upon the entire world, while I lay there, surrounded by broken glass and soaked to the skin in blood that wasn't my own. I can remeber the flashing of bright lights, and the soaring sounds of the sirens, yet how I couldn't move, no matter how much I tried. It was like my body had gone numb, and I couldn't feel anything, nothing mattered anymore; they were gone. 

I can remeber how the police officers almost took me for dead, and I wish they had. Even today, I am drowning without them, silently screaming for help, yet no one is tossing me something to hold on to, and I am slowly going under the harsh currents of misery. I remeber how everyone came to the funeral, and said how much they would be missed, but even then I knew that it should have been me. Me with my jugular vein ripped open by broken glass, me, me, me. So I took my mom's single diamond earring, a credit car, and ran. I can't remeber how long I ran for, on the streets, until I was caught by the police, and sent to Carl, my foster father. 

If I had just given the credit card to Carl, I might have not have gotten treated like I was by him. But I am glad that I didn't because Carl is a poor excuse for a human being as it is. He doesn't need any money or power on top of that. I shudder slightly at the thought of Carl in possession of anything more than what he already has. I stare a the wall, humming a nameless tune quietly to myself while tuning the rest of the world out. 

I am suddenly whisked back into reality by my teacher shaking my shoudlers slightly. His cold and piercing black, soulless eyes are set on mine as he says, "Detention. Go. Now." He hands me a pink slip of paper and I walk out of the classroom, my slightly flushed cheecks contrasting against my pale skin. I go into one of the girls bathrooms and look at myself in the cracked, broken and dirty mirror that hangs from one side above the sink.

I see a girl with long tangled black hair that seems to never be controlled and once bright green eyes staring back at me. Thick black eyelashes frame her eyes and there is a small colony of freckles splashed across her nose. Her nose is thin and is decorated with a white diamond stud nose piercing, her mother's. Her light pink lips have small indents on them from biting her lips so very often. It's a bad habit, really. 

However, I look closer and see the bagging dark circles under her eyes, the way that her face looks gaunt and sallow, highlighting her cheekbones from malnourishment. I see the way her eyes stare back into mine, swirling with hidden pain and saddness, that no one even cares enough to notice or give a damn about. Her eyes look haunted, and empty, swirling pools filled with me memories best forgotten. I sigh and turn away, looking to find an escape from the harsh reality of it all. I take out my iPod, and plug in my ears to a song that reminds of a place long gone. I sink down the bathroom walls, letting myself drown in the music, before putting it away and stepping out of the bathroom and trudging towards detention. 

Here we go, I think as I push the door open into the detention room. 

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Well... Here is my first attempt at a story, even though it's starting out as really depressing. It gets better though, so if anyone does read this, don't be discouraged. I'm working on the second chapter and I may post it today as well if I can finish it in time. Criticism is welcome, cause I'm trying to improve my writing style and such. Well... Thanks! 

XxBella