A Spark of Light in the Darkness

I shuffled to the car, dread pulsing through me. I slithered into the shotgun seat, wanting oh so badly to be at home, eating my favorite food: Spaghetti. But, of course, I had to come with Anna. I called her either Anna or Ann. I kinda liked Anna better, it made her sound less professional.

I sighed, pulling out my skullkandy headphones (A nonexistent brand, if you've never heard of it.) fixing them onto my head, and putting my phone to the volume "High".

Anna said something, though I didn't hear directly what. I raised my head, quite annoyed I had to be pulled out my app, "Diner Dash".

"Hmm?" I mumbled distractedly. Anna sighed, annoyed herself that I couldn't just put my headphones away and never use them. But, hey. I couldn't resist Fall Out Boy. I loved the band.

"I know you don't want to go, but I really want you to. I know it's kind of mean of me to make you a third wheel, especially because you dated him, but I really want you to go. So can you at least act like your enjoying it?" She pleaded. I just sighed again. When she gave me that scowl, the scowl that effected me the most, I nodded.

I gazed out the window, uncertain and somewhat nervous. My town was horrible, with the dark street and... Well, let's just say it looked like a ghost town. The buildings looked shabby, and if you looked it up, you would see almost every week something bad happened here. Either a murder, some kind of rape, or some other disastrous crime.

Alright, I can't hide my backstory forever. Here was how it all started: My parents met in a shabby stripping club. Basically, they had sex, and the moment she was deemed pregnant he tossed her and did the same to another few girls. A year or two later, he took an overdose of drugs, had a seizure, and didn't survive long enough to even call 911. Pathetic.

"Come on Silvien, we're here... and you don't have to be so quiet just because you're mad." I shook my head. I WAS mad. But not at her. I was mad at the world, doing all of this to me and then dropping me. My mother is a drunk-nut, my father is dead, and the world is determined to make me angry, depressed, and generally just mess up my life.

She closed her car door, waiting impatiently for me to get out so she could lock the door. I groaned, knowing I couldn't avoid it much longer.

I heaved myself up, only to freeze after closing the car door. Jack- presumably Anna's date and my former boyfriend- had revealed himself. He's been standing just behind the frame of the school's open doors so I hadn't been able to see him. He gave her a light peck on the lips, looking at me with disgust radiating off of him. I glared at him fiercely, though I was trembling, and he probably noticed.

With red-brown hair lightly cut off on the sides, a nice but somewhat revealing black suit with a blue shirt under the thin layer of black, bringing out his electric blue eyes even more so than if he'd worn plain. It made it clash amazingly with his hair. His face was nicely aligned, with a neutral tan, I couldn't think much more than- "Hot. Soooo amazingly hot..." (Readers--- For thoughts I use "..." And for words I start a new paragraph and use "...")

He smirked, probably seeing the desire written all over my face. Clueless Anna didn't notice a thing, luckily. I walked in, careful not to brush against him as I went through the crowded doorway.

As the night progressed, he and Anna and... well, everyone got drunker, though careful not to follow my parents mistakes I avoided alcohol, drugs, and whatever others do to get high. But I couldn't stop myself from thinking it. Jack was... It was hard to describe.

Around midnight, my mind started to cloud. I don't know if he slipped something into my water, I could sense my body's muscles relax to the point of no return, and a drugged haze fall over me. I was even dumb enough to let him corner me.

"I just want to talk..." He murmured soothingly. My body relaxed slightly to the calming voice, though something was still screaming at me to run, to call for help, ANYTHING. But it seemed the harder I tried, the more my body shut down. And my body... Well. It was begging for somebody, for someone to caress it, to give themselves to my ravaging hunger... For God's sake, WHAT HAD HE GIVEN ME???

He approached me slowly, carefully, and that was when I accepted it: I was going to be just like my parents. It hit my oh-so relaxed body like a punch to the face. And, thank God, it woke it up to. I charged at him with all the strength I had, knocking him over and racing down the hall and out of the school. I leapt into the driver's seat of Anna's minivan, lunged for the keys, started the car, and was tearing down the roads at incredible speeds in about two seconds.

Once I was home I rushed into the bathroom, knowing what I was going to do was wrong, but unable to stop myself. Taking out my razor, I put it to my wrist, missing any crucial veins but still deep enough to draw a fair amount of blood. Then, when that odd relief swept over me, I decided maybe that cut wasn't good enough. Rising the razor to my neck, I prepared for the agony, but looking forward to the relief afterwards.

Dear reader---

If you don't get it- ask me any questions, and tell me if I made any mistakes. I found it a little weird to write this chapter. Tell me if you think the ending was a little over the top- I wasn't all that sure about it.

Comment if you see any mistakes, want to help me with ideas, or have ANY questions.

- AbbyJackson123