Bre
My whole life haven't been all that bad. I grew up with a wonderful family. My parents treated me like a princess I was their little princess. Most of my family got along and loved each other other dearly until the day my parents died.
It was 3 years ago I just turned 13. My parents went out late for a dinner party. They had to dress up all fancy. But I had a bad feeling the whole day and I tried to convince them to stay home. But it was important that they go. So I was left alone at home. I was staying up and waiting in the living room until they came back. But I soon fell asleep without even realizing it. The next morning I woke up to the news I was going to change it since I don't watch it but something caught my eye.
My parents name was on there and it made my heart skip a beat. I will never forget what that news reporter said. "Married couple Sasha Sandras and Justin Sandras found dead in a river bank. Looks like another car purposely hit there car and they were dragged out and seriously murdered." I sat there staring at the TV not wanting to believe what I was seeing and hearing. They showed their bodies badly beated up. I just sat there and cried. Then next thing you know police officers burst through my house and I didn't move I just wanted to die now I didn't care. They took me out the house and tried to talk to me but I didn't say a word.
My parents body was so messed up they wouldn't let nobody see them at their funeral. We was only able to look at pictures they took that night. They looked so happy. At their funeral I didn't make a sound not one peep. I didn't even sniff. My face was blank with no emotion and the only thing running through my mind was death.
After that I was put in foster care and was treated badly. Everyone hated me besides 2 girls and Momma Ashley she was the foster guardian. I got beat everyday by boys and girls I fought back but that was no use. They always had up to 5 to 10 people beating me at once. I use to be in and out the hospital and missed school a lot.
Nobody knows this not even Keke. But when I was in the 8th grade I nearly almost missed the whole school year because I was on life support. I got beat so bad that I slipped in a coma when I passed out and it made it even worse because they kept beating me. That day they beat me with bats, shovels, a couple of them was stabbing me and more. Most of the kids at the foster care thought I either got adopted or I died. People at school thought I either went out of town or I was really sick. I just told people I was out of town. But when I got out the hospital that was when my Aunty Yellena adopted me.
I was so happy but then that happiness when straight back to sadness and depression. The day everything changed. I was 14 and it was the day my parents died. My aunty Yellena beat the shit outta me, my uncles started touching on me, and Mara and Meer made fun of me having dead parents and every time I yelled at them for saying that Meer would hold me down as Mara beat me.
I've been dealing with that shit for 3 years. Nobody seemed to realize that I'm hurting inside. When I was 5 I wanted to be a doctor. When I was 8 I wanted to be a lawyer. When I was 10 I wanted to be a marriage counselor or a counselor for kids with problems. When I was 13 I wanted to be a famous dancer.
Well now I'm 16 soon to be 17 and the only thing I want to be is dead.
This world I'm getting tired of living in. This world took my parents away from me. This world turned my family against me. This world made people hate me. I literally can't do nothing about it.
People think since I'm pretty, have nice clothes, shoes, and long hair I have the perfect life. No that's fucking wrong. My life is completely opposite from perfect. Nobody knows how my life really is besides Keke, Kyren, and now Mateo.
Keke and Kyren tried helping me so many times but it was no use. I really love them and they been there for me since we were little. They never did me wrong. They never will and I know that for a fact. Mateo I've known since I was 7 we stopped talking when I turned 9 because he kissed me as my birthday present and I didn't know how to act so I stopped coming around. I started to realize the older we got the more I fell in love with him I just didn't say anything because we didn't talk like we use to until that day he saw me kill my ex boyfriend.
He wants me to stop killing people but I can't. I've been doing it since I was 13 so I can't stop now. All the bad stuff started when I was 13 and it will continue.
I kill people for revenge I kill people that did me hella wrong. I kill them for reasons I know I can't forgive them for. I kill people who knows of my parents death. I get information and then kill them until I get to the actual people who killed them. Then I'll kill them my damn self.
This is my world. One rule. Its kill or get killed. You choose. Once again This is My Cold World.
So this chapter was basically based off Bre's past and how she felt. The pain she been through and she just tired of it all.
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Cold World
Fanfiction"I could care less about this world. Nobody cares for me so it doesn't matter."