Tragedy Or So I Was Told(Oneshot)

OneShot

(Blair) Days till Graduation:7 MONDAY

There it is again, the sun. That puny yellow blob that reminds us all, that it's morning. I didn't want to get up however. Hah! Why should I?

I rolled over in my bed, forcing myself to close my eyes. But that pesky sun got through my damn blinds, shining light into every part of my dim room.

I groaned, forcing myself to the foot of the bed. I yawned, and stretched. Feeling a familiar presence in my mind.

'Morning Whore.' There's the daily Insult. God just how much I love my creepy little voices.

I groggily got up from my bed and looked at myself in the mirror. The same disgusting face looked back at me.

My dirty blonde hair wavered on my pale figure. My boney complexion. And my blue eyes. You'd think I'm a vampire.

Trust me, you wouldn't want to even look at me. I'd probably make you piss yourself.

I got dressed, brushed my hair(Which resulted in me having to forcibly straighten it out with my hair straightener) brushed my teeth, and put concealer on them damn bags underneath my eyes.

'You look disgusting.' 'Fucking slag' 'Whore' 'Slut'

I ignored my friends, and made my way into the Kitchen. Where I saw my Step-mom. She was making Eggs and toast.

To tell you the truth, my biological mom left me because I was just too...Problematic. I guess the fact that me having schizophrenia really did make a massive effect on her.

She left me at the age of 6, and the only memory I have that consists of her is..just too brutal.

My step-mom growled at me, before placing down my plate.

"Eat up, you beast." She muttered, sashaying away from me.

'You see that, even your 'mom' hates you!' 'You lonely mother fucker!' 'I guess no-one loves you!'

I bit my lip, shaking my head furiously. I didn't want to hear them anymore. It wasted too much of my energy.

Despite my efforts, I just couldn't handle them. I frantically grabbed my bag, my keys, my jacket and my wallet. And made a run for it to school.

Just like any normal day. Being the unsociable, Regrets ridden, Disgusting person I am. I avoided every social opportunity that was thrown at me.

Class has started, and my voices have receded, whats the worst that can happen?

The worst thing happened..I got called to do a speech which is near Graduation which is on Friday.Though I'm fine doing it, it's just my unforgotten friends decided to torment me..

Not that I really care of course..It..Just hurts y'know. School ended like Normal.. And I guess, today wasn't all that bad..

I walked home, going pass shops, the creepy dog that barks at me every morning, the old pedophile man who lives in a corner and that unsettling small tree which lies between turns.

I arrived home, my strap on bag hugged my boney legs. My blonde hair, being the nuisance it is, tangled from me walking in the wind. My 'mom' greeted me home.

I just smiled, wanting to contain my composure, She excused me when I told her I had homework. It wasn't a complete lie, I did have homework.

I ran up the stairs, with each step I took creaked. Once I arrived at the place which I call my 'safe place', I immediately threw my bag off, and face planted into my pillow.