Before I was Bad

Chapter 3

After Will had gone I climb up the stairs and get in the shower the beads of hot water hit my pale skin and I instantly feel refreshed like I am washing away my troubles.I climb into my warm and cosy pyjamas luckily the intruder didn't go upstairs.I go down the wooden ,sharp and rock solid stairs being careful not to trip I stare at the clock it has gone 8:30 already where is Mum? The house feels like a prison and a living hell with everyone not here and just me I feel like I am vulnerable on my own.

I decide to go to bed and get an early night I can hear Owls tweeting and see the dark shadows of the trees.I feel trapped from the outside world,most girls my age would be out at night clubs partying.However not me I'm laying there worried about the consequences that await me and the world.

After several hours of worrying I decide to creep down stairs and grab an object to defend myself I grab the shiny and silver frying pan and lay it on my bedside table.

I stare at the clock The ultraviolet light shining on my miserable face and I go through my relaxation playlist on Spotify.I listen to the music my body feels intoxicated by the pressure of each beat and I murmur the lyrics to each song. The awful thing is that each song reminds me of my past life and those bitter memories of me and my sister she had a such a perfect life and I had the opposite.

"Jade what do you think of this dress?" My sister smiles at me and looks smug it was a perfect fit. "Don't I just look amazing" "yep of course you do" I mumble under my breath. She was so full of herself and so popular I am holding her phone it is buzzing with text messages from cute boys and beauty Prom Queens. "How much is it?" I ask my sister trying to sabotage her wonderful birthday plans she looks at me like she wanted the ground to swallow her up "£ 379 pounds". "Are you stupid 379 pounds you have to be kidding me you can't have that dress" "why can't I?" "Mum said that I could have anything that I wanted" "well I'm the oldest so I get to make the decision" "your just jealous because I'm better than you and more popular" .My sister storms out the changing room flabbergasted I am left with the sparkly ,emerald green dress flopping in my hands like a dead fish.

I always remember that day she so desperately wanted that expensive treat. In case you are wondering she did get the dress in the end the spoilt little brat she got home and pleaded Mum for it.

In the end I get bored of listening to the same old dreamy songs and scroll through the notifications there is an article on my sister's murder case.
They have described her as sweet and innocent she was far from that I scroll down further I am shocked by what I see "what!" I whisper to myself Someone has written
"Lucille's Mum is a tramp,drunkard and an irrisponsible bitch" there are loads more awful and heartbreaking comments from bystanders and people I don't even know.

"Some people say that her sister was jealous of her"

"I think her Mum was a drug dealer"

"Jade is a skank"

The words hurt more than anything however I am determined to not break easily and stay strong.There is one horrific comment that stands out to me and I even think about doing it which is crazy.

"Jade kill yourself and rot in Hell your sister deserves to live and you do not"

A pool of tears builds up on my pillow and I feel terrible inside like my heart is made of glass and has been shattered into a thousand pieces.My head spins around like I am an earthquake eruption slowing falling away piece by piece and shattering my memories, work life, friends and most of all my sister.I fall asleep an hour later I wake up to hear a banging sound "bang"! It sounds like someone kicking against the plastic door wanting to come in I am scared and hide under my satin material covers hiding my tear stained face for all the world to see.
"Bang, bang"! I rise out of my warm bed and creep down the stairs being careful not to make a sound the floor boards are creaking "creak"! What if it's Lucille's murderer? Sweat is dripping down my forehead and my body is nothing but water I have the frying pan in my hand ready just in case.I continue walking down the stairs in my spotty pyjamas they are not exactly good for hiding from a murderer.I creep into the hallway I can hear my bones rattling and nothing but the clock ticking away my precious time.I turn the corner and come face to face with..............

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