Leila's Point Of View:
"GET READY NOW! WE'RE LEAVING!", I instantly sat up looking around the room, I rubbed my eyes trying to catch a glimpse at the door. I got up afterwards, walking into the living room, "come now, child.." she said holding her purse "Yeah, let me just get my backpack..", I said rushing back into my room. Where did I leave it? shoot. I looked under the bed. "THERE IT IS!" I shouted pulling it out, I quickly got up from the floor running outside the house, slamming the door. I got into the car and rested my head back, I put in my earplugs, The Ghost Of You by My Chemical Romance started playing on my iPod. Wow. Memories of a jerk, I shrugged back, looking out the window, a sudden tear started to fall.. I quickly wiped it.
As we got to my grandmother's place, I grabbed out all my suitcases and put them inside. "Your room is down the hall, I designed it lovely for you..", my nana said happily. "Ok!", I shouted from outside. I started to walk down the trail to the beach, I came across a tall tree, and train tracks. I never knew nana had a train lerking around here, I said to myself. I finally got to the beach, so many kids, teens, and adults here. Swimming and making sand castles. I felt like such an outcast, I wasn't wearing any swimming clothes, I took a few more steps and finally, I felt the hot sun shimmer down on my face. I walked towards these group of teens, "He dumped me for no apparent reason," the blonde in a red hat said. "He doesn't deserve you Lala, you're way better than him..", the brunette said patting her back, I smirked walking passed them, they all stopped talking and gave me a death stare. They continued on with their conversation. I sat down under a small bright blue umbrella. What am I doing? What if this was someone else's umbrella, I'm so f**ked, I mumbled. A boy with light pale skin came walking towards me with a confused look on his face. Oh f**k, this must be his umbrella. I quickly got up, avoiding the fact he saw me, I sat down in a clear open space, and I felt my phone vibrate, I fished it around in my pocket, pulling it out slowly,
"You got a message! 5:06PM: You left the damn door unlocked before you left, someone could of robbed the place, what the hell were you thinking you ungrateful kid.. I wish you were never born, you might as well live there.." - Mother."
Wow, thanks mum. This killed my mood, I quickly got up and ran back into the woods and tripped over a rock and stumbled to the ground, I instantly burst out with tears. I sat up curling into a ball. What am I doing? Not here. Not now. I say to myself, getting up. I started walking back to nana's slowly. I stepped inside and there stood my mother, giving me a vicious look, like as if she wanted to rip my head off. I grinned slightly. She shook her head angrily. By this time, she would of dragged me into my room and tell me off on how worthless I am and how much she hated me. Kill me. Is all I could ever think of, why doesn't she just give me up for adoption. Oh, wait? She wants that good mother reputation. "Come with me, missy.." she said, pulling my arm aggressively.
"I didn't do anything.. I forgot, I'm sorry.." I said seriously. "No, you are not sorry, you never are. Live here, I don't want you anymore, I'm done with your silliness, I'd rather adopt than to keep someone selfish.." she spat. I quickly turned the other cheek, trying to hold my tears back, all I did was leave the door open?
"Look at me," she said "No, I will not look at you, I will never be the way you wanted me to be, but I don't ever wanna turn out like you..", I said walking slowly back into the house, I left her standing there speechless. What did I just say? "You'll come crawling back, I know you will.. you sh*thead..", she said going back into her car. Where's nana? why didn't she stop this? I ran into the room I'm sleeping in and started to cry, I quickly ran into the room nana made me sleep in, then sobbed into one of the pillows. I went into the washroom, taking my wallet with me, I digged deep into the sides and found a few razors, I pulled one out, taking my sweater off sliding the razor on my wrist, making 6 big lines. I sat there, watching the blood oozing from my skin. Looking at the other scars were just.. memories. Hatred, jealously, and most of all.. arguments with the parents. I slowly started to feel weezy, I put the razors back in, and went back into the room for a quick nap. I hope this nap cools me off, I took a big gasp, trying not to cry, I finally drifted away from my mind, and slept.
