They Call Me Weird

They All Stare

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CHAPTER 1

THEY ALL STARE

I felt like I was drowning. I felt the air leave my lungs and the pain that it left behind. I was reaching out trying to grab something, anything. My vision tunneled. Everything fell black. Emptiness surrounded me until my eyes flew open. I shot up away from the mattress rolling to the floor with a hard thud. I sat there on my hands and knees heaving trying to fill my lungs. I coughed frantically. When I finally got my breathing to a rhythm, a fast rhythm, but a rhythm I looked around my room. I saw the familiar surroundings. The chair I sit at to daydream out the window. The shoes left by the door from last night. The cup of water that I filled before I went to bed. I reached up and grabbed it to sooth my throat that was now sore. I felt the cold go down hitting my stomach. I placed the cup next to me on the floor and laid there breathing, slowing my heartbeat. Feeling the cold floor underneath, I calmed my mind.

"That nightmare seemed longer this time." I thought to myself. I have had that nightmare three times this week. Each time I tried to figure out what it was about, but it was like walking into a movie that only has fifteen minutes left. I laid there for another five minutes trying to remember every detail I could before I gave up and told myself to forget about it like usual.

I stood up and walked through the short distance to the bathroom. I took a good look at myself in the scuffed and beaten mirror. I grabbed my brush to brush through my straight dark hair. I was naturally redhead, but I dyed it when I turned 15. I always figured my natural red locks were the reason for my parents naming me Crimson, but I never got a confirmation for that. Seeing that my parents weren't around to tell me not to change my "beautiful hair" I dyed it, so I wouldn't stand out so much or, so I didn't think of my parents every time I looked in the mirror.

I finished up in the bathroom and walked to the bleak kitchen. I looked in the fridge trying to find something for breakfast. There looked to be only cereal, but no milk. "Remember to grab milk" giving myself a mental note to go to the grocery store. I grabbed the box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and walked over to the sofa where our little tv was stationed. I crossed my legs on the old and stained sofa and turned on the dinosaur of a television. We had basic cable so when it comes to choices, I had a few, story of my life honestly.

I could hear a rumble from the room to my left. I turned down the tv knowing I was going to be chastised for waking up my joke of a grandmother, Lina. And yes, I call her Lina. She doesn't like me calling her anything that reminds her of a grandmother because she "is too young to be a grandmother." She is 54. Yes, that is young for a grandmother, but maybe she shouldn't have gotten pregnant at 16.

Lina was obligated to take me in after whatever happened to my parents happened. Yes, that is right I don't know what happened to my parents. All I have ever known is living with Lina, my grandmother on my mother's side, in this lame excuse for a house. But does Lina care that this house is falling apart around us? Of course not, because she is rarely here. She is usually sacked up with someone doing god knows what. All I know is that she comes home usually in the morning hungover or still drunk from the night before maybe with a new guy wrapping his arms around her. Thankfully, the strange men usually leave me alone. If they don't leave for the night I go and find a place to sleep far away from my house. My favorite spot is this secluded place next to the big lake in town, Lake Farr. I don't take the chance that they might sneak into my bedroom to have a taste of something younger.