May The Mightiest Flame Win

Chapter 1: My Depressing, Black Everyday Life

Chapter 1: My Depressing, Black Everyday Life

I woke up from a nightmare. I was covered in sweat and screaming for help. Wait help from what? I settled down and realized that I didn't remember what I was dreaming of or even what the nightmare was.

I stretched and looked around my small, dark, cramped room. I could see the moon shining in from my window. I took a quick look at the clock. The green lights from the clock showed the numbers 5:20.

"It's 5:20. So that means I have two more hours to sleep" I said out loud.

After sitting down in the dark for a while I started to hear things. I heard rain starting to fall outside the house. The moon's blue light was quickly covered by the blue rain's gray clouds. I could hear my own heart beat still beating fast because of the nightmare and I could hear two people yelling just outside my room. I thought to myself wondering who the people were. Then I immediately thought it was my parents. They are always arguing over the most stupidest shit. They argue every day so I was practically used to their yelling. The thing that pissed me off was that I was their only child yet they didn't come to see what was up when I screamed. My scream could have been a cry for help but they were too busy arguing to come help me. Oh well that's just how my life is.

Suddenly I heard one of my parents yell my name. "Violet Kuro Silverstein!!! Get your ass in this room now!"

That voice belonged to my mother. It used to be a sweet voice at first before everything went downhill and before she married that thing called my stepfather. He doesn't like me, I don't like he so we just stay on equal terms. My mother had lost her husband who was my real dad. He died in a car accident. He got hit by a car in order to save my life. I was nine at the time and I was crossing the street without looking. I saw a car coming towards me out of control and was about to hit me but my father pushed me out of the way in order to save me. I'm happy that he didn't die in vain but my mom hates me now and blames his death on me. That was seven years ago. Now I'm 16 and she still hates me.

I didn't feel like dealing what whatever problems that they were arguing about so I just decided to pretend to go back to sleep. It was five in the morning and I was pissed already because of their yelling. I knew I was going to get into trouble later but at the moment I didn't care. The only thing on my mind was sleep. I also had school in two hours so I need to go back to sleep. I took a quick look back at the clock and saw that it was 5:37. I rest my head down on my purple pillow and closed my eyes. I didn't dream of anything for the rest of the night.

I was awoken an hour later by my mom. She shook me violently to wake me up and started yelling at me. I didn't quiet hear what she said. All I heard was "Why the hell ... come ... called you!!"

I didn't get to hear the rest of what she said. I was in a state of daze because I was still sleepy. All I could say was "Huh?" I was pulled off the bed and onto the floor by my mother's red rage. She dragged me by my short black hair that had purple highlights in them and into the living room where that man was. I struggled for her to let go but she was incredibly strong. His arms were crossed and he did not look happy. My mother joins him with equal rage and look down at me on the floor. You could easy see the rage in their eyes. It was like a bright, red, crimson fire.

My father was the first to say something. "Why the hell did you not come when we called you!!?" Sweat dripped off his face when he said that.

I stayed quiet for a while before I said something. I answered "Because I was sleeping."

For some reason they got madder at my response and my father started to yell at me. I didn't pay attention to what he was saying and he noticed that. Before I knew it out of his anger he picks me up and tossed me out of the house through the window and into the rain. Yes you did read that right. He threw me out the window. The glass shattered and surprisingly I didn't get a single scratch. I heard a click which resembled the door locking. I got up, wiped myself off and started to walk around in the rain. This is not the first time this happened to me so I wasn't too shocked that they tossed me out for giving a smart-ass answer. I was positive that this was the 24th time they threw me out. All I knew was that I had to find a place to sleep and get out of this rain before I got sick. Like I said this is just my depressing, black everyday life.