The Chosen Six

Chapter Six: Belle

I wake up to my headphones still being in my ear and Black Veil Brides song Knives and Pens screaming in my ear. I decide to get up and get ready for school, just about the worst decision of my life. I put on my make up, part my hair that is now dyed pitch black, and slip on a Sleeping with Sirens shirt with a hoodie over that and some black jeans. I go downstairs and come across my mom who is trying to get me to wear something that to her is 'less goth.'

"Sweetie, I just happened to find this shirt," She holds up one of those seriously cheesy shirts that says 'best friends forever'. I feel like I am such a disappointment to my mother. She wanted some happy, normal child. Not me. She didn't want a lesbian, goth daughter like me. I should just kill myself now just like everyone tells me. "Do you like it?!?!" Poor mom. I'm sorry I am the way I am and I would change me if I could.

"I'll think about it mom but I have to get to school. Can you drive me today?" I ask her and I know I'm crushing her.

"Yeah that's ok." My mother says without the enthusiasm that she had earlier. I hop in the car and fine a One Step Up bag in the passenger seat.

"Mom, who is this for?" I ask her, assuming that it's for me.

"Oh it's for you, you can look through it and see what you like." And I assumed correctly. I look through the bag and find a pair of back jeans that I like.

"These are kinda cute. Are you sure it's ok if I have them?" My mom just got laid off and she still thinks she can spend her money like it is the end of the world.

"Yeah I'm sure. It's fine, you don't have to worry about my financial crap." Even thought she says this I'm still not sure. I'm worried about her. Being a single mother, loosing her job, and having such a disappointment in a daughter, it must be hard for her. I don't know how she isn't as depressed as I am. We continue with our awkward talk for the 20 minute drive that I have to school. Once we pull into the school my mom drops me off at the front and starts speeding away, almost as if she is embarrassed for people to know that she is my mother.

I head into school for people to call me a lesbian whore. Great way to start off my day. Most people who live in Belgium are these petite little blonds and I am this girl with a little bit of a bigger build and dark black hair. It's hard being goth when you are surrounded by a bunch if future One Step Up models. I go on into first period and go through my normal day, but around third period we all get called down to our auditorium. I walk through the halls and agents are at the front of the room.

"What da crap is going on?!?!" Neal, the most popular kid in school yells like he is the king of the world. "They are probably looking for all the lesbians so they could just kill them now. Why don't you go up Belle? There is where you would fit in faggot!" A bunch of more 'cool kids' join in by saying 'yeah' or 'nice one Neal' and my day goes from crappy to shitty.

I am next in line and the officer says "give me your wrist." I roll up my sleeve and the officer looks at the cuts.

"Please don't say anything!" I whisper to him right before he injects the shot into me. He scans the blood and it beeps. Everyone looks at me and I feel like I am going to pass out.

"Alright young lady you are going to have to come with us." The officer says. I quickly pull down my hoodie sleeve and head outside with the officers. They pull out a tape recorder and the officer starts asking me questions. "State your name" the officer says in a not so nice tone of voice.

"Belle Mason" I reply back.

"Date of birth." The officer says in that same tone of voice that I'm still not so sure about.

"September 20th" I reply back. They ask me some more personal questions and then the tape recorder is put away. I see the officer behind me pull out another shot out of my surprisingly good peripheral vision "what is that for?" I ask curriously.

"God damn it John! You had one job, give her the shot without her noticing! What is wrong with you, you little son of a bitch?!" Before he can answer I interrupt.

"Please don't be mad at him. It was just an accident. I'm sorry that I saw you John. Why don't we just finish this up and you can give me the shot without me noticing." I hate conflict so much that I had to end it.

"Ok kid we have one last question for you. Are you aware that you are an alien?" The officer states this and I almost pass out on my own without the shot.