Sometimes I must face the truth. I'm getting out of here someday. If that is the truth.
I don't remember where I use to live very well. Over the years we've moved four times to two different states. I'm pretty sure it's in Georgia. So someday I'll get to Georgia. I don't care if Georgia isn't where I used to live. I just need somewhere to go.
Monday was the most sultry day of the week. I rolled over in my bed to face my alarm clock.
My arm ached with the various cuts and burns. It would be a miracle if I had motivation. Then I wonder about my classmates at school.
Does a single one of them wonder about me?
The time ticked by as I lay there apathetic about everything but my thoughts.
"Dammit Angel, are you going to open your door?"
I jolted to life and crawled out of bed at the sound of His voice.
I opened the door tiredly and stuck my head out to the hall.
"You..", He paused. "Are you going to school or not?"
I looked up with a response.
"Just get ready.", He said with a sigh.
I shut my door and attempted to brush my flyaway hair.
I never forgot to slip on some bracelets before I left.
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"Angel.", my teacher, Mrs. Cleary, was confronting me after first period. "May I ask why you are absent and late so much?"
"No thank you." , I replied. Hey, she asked if she could know.
"I'm just concerned.", she said with a short sigh while running her hand through her honey blonde hair.
"I'll be okay."
I knew I wouldn't be okay.
I walked through the hall watching everyone talk with their friends and whatnot. It seems like everyone is too busy to reach out to the one lonely girl. But sometimes I'd rather be alone. No one could wonder why I was always gone.
Don't think I don't try to reach out. I do.
I saw this girl crying on a bench outside the school. I'd seen her around. I tried to sit by her and ask what was wrong.
"They say you're a freak. I don't see how a freak could help me." was all she said.
I want to help. I want to relate. Nobody else does, though.
Maybe you could say I had a friend. But she's only seven. I talk to her sometimes when I'm waiting after school. She moved away last fall. I miss looking sincerely into her green eyes and listening to what she had to say.
I'm glad no one talks to me directly. No one makes fun of me. Well, they do. But behind my back. I guess you could say it's better that way.
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The next week after being confronted by Mrs. Cleary was uneventful.
Some black-haired woman came in and out of the house often. I assume she's His new girlfriend.
Her presence made me uneasy. She reminds me of Scarlett, smelling like smoke and looking drunk all the time. At least she distracted Him so I could go pain-free for a while.
Something in my mind tells me not to trust her. I think she's totally fake anyways.
One night, my door creaked open around eleven at night. Naturally, I freaked out. But it surprised me to see His girlfriend.
"Angel?" she said in the dim moonlight with a sweet, tinkling voice. "Oh, hello. It's Yvonne."
I sat up and looked at her questioningly. "And who the hell is Yvonne?"
She frowned and rolled her hazel eyes. "He didn't tell you? Well I'm his girlfriend. He wanted you to come downstairs."
"Tell him no.", I replied.
"What do you mean, 'No'?"
"No, I will not go downstairs."
Yvonne looked at me as if she were bored, and tugged me out of bed.
"Stubborn, you are. Just go.", she said while pulling me out the door.
Loud music rumbled as I headed down the stairs.
"Angel!", He greeted me.
"What do you want?", I asked flatly.
He was obviously quite drunk with slurring words and bloodshot eyes.
"Just thought you'd want to join the..party."
"No."
He looked angered and started coming at me.
I turned around and ran up the stairs. But he reached me before I got to the top.
He pushed me back down the stairs. "Damn Angel, never wanting to have fun!"
"Yeah. Sure.", I replied.
"Get down here.", He said threateningly.
"I don't want to 'party' with a drunk creep."
He grabbed me by the waist but I pushed him off.
I ran to my room as Yvonne was leaving and locked the door.
He jiggled the handle and try to get in but I yelled and kept it locked. I kept it locked even as the next day passed.
Who knows if His drunk acts could lead to more.
More killing, even.
I'm not ready to kill.
