I am running through the woods every step i take it gets darker, and my breathing gets heavier. The voices are getting louder and louder the quieter it gets, i try to push them out but they are to strong. I realize i am running from myself, my demons, the further i get into the woods the earier it gets, my foot lands in mush and i am stuck, the fog around me thinkens and i am trapped.
They get louder and all the memories are flooding back, every painful moment i hoped to forget. I try to ignore them but they are haunting me, laughing at my pain.
I joult up breathing heavily, i look around frantically and i am in my room, i let out a sigh of relief, only a bad dream. I check the time 5:30 am, i deside to take a shower and get the sweat off. Todays my first day of this new school, and i dont want to go.
i turn the knob and step in the bathtub letting the cool water spash over me, i look down and squirm uncomfortably. I hate the way i look, im not even fat, im only 120 lbs 5'4. my chocolate brown hair sets in strands down my back.
i figure ive been in the shower for a good 15-20 miniutes and deside to get out. Looking in the mirror i hate what stares back, my faded green eyes and dark eyelashes make me look like a freak. I have a scar under my bottom lip which makes my appearance even more repelling.
i walk to my closet and take out a pair of ripped faded skinny jeans and a black t shirt, i need no makeup my eyes are already dark enough. i look at the time and its 6:45 am, im going to be late, i grabbed my leather jaket and dont bother making a lunch, theres never food here anyways.
by the time i find my keys and helmet its already 7, i have ten minutes before school starts, i get on my bike and put my helmet on and i leave.
Shit its 7:15 and i park my bike and put on my confident face and walk to the main office to get my schedule.
i walk into class and they are all staring at me, i make eye contact with a girl who has pitch black hair and bright blue eyes, shes skinny and has a mini skirt on with a crop top, you could tell shes a hoe. she gives me a dirty look and i give one back and she just looks away. " Mrs... Wood, would you take a seat already?
the girl laughed "what a freak." im not dealing with her shit so i walk past her desk slamming my fist on her desk, "Mrs. Wood!" i grin as she jumps and looks pissed. I took the only seat open, next to a jock wanna be. "im Derik, you must be new, whats your name" he says seductively, "wouldnt you like to know" i say ignoring his question. "i said whats your name" he says more aggressive. "piss off" i say and he turns away. saved by the bell i get up and leave.
the final bell rings and i walk outside when im stoped by the same girl with black hair. i bump into her "watch it freak" i turn around and shes much taller then me, "what did you just say to me" i say steping closer, she doesnt budge "you heard me, go back to where you came from, no one likes goth freaks around here" she laughs and looks at her friends who are also laughing. she turns around "well get lost" she says pushing me. by now there was a crowd, she hits the ground. no one touches me, the crowd all oohhs, it took her a minute before getting up and throwing a punch, before her fist connects with my face i grab her hand and she stares at me wide eyed. the crowd has gone silent now watching in amazement. "fuck with me again i dare you" and i walk away. growing up in foster care you either learn to defend yourself or get the shit beaten out of you. i just so happened to be the daughter of a fighter. My dad had died when i was only 4 and my mom shortly after, both shot. Greatfully ny dad taught me how to defend myself a little but the rest came naturally. He always told me, "you never hit smeone first, i dnt care who it i or what they are saying, but if they touch you, dont let them get away with it." so thats what i did
