Broken

1.

The music was in full swing. I could hear my mom and dad laughing at my dad's jokes. I was in the backseat with my brother.

We were fighting about who would have been better for Bella, Edward or Jacob. We were sounding so happy.

My mom handed brownies to us and I took. My brother finished his and tried to snatch mine.

I tried to stop him. My dad was driving the car humming to "But I can't help falling in love with you..." And he looked at mom and they smiled. We were a perfect family.

We were on a highway and I tried stopping my brother. He pushed my hand and it resulted hitting my father. He looked back and suddenly everything went tipsy-turvy.

I could feel everything blacking out. Blood, cold blood running down my head and neck. I felt a stinging pain behind my neck.

Gone... It was my fault..I lost them..

I woke up shrieking. I was completely wet, dripping in my own sweat. This was my third nightmare in a row this week.

I started hating this. The more i tried to forget all of this, the more it haunted me everyday and the more I blames myself for their death.

I looked over at the clock. It was 5.30 in the morning. It was an hour and half before the bell rang for the classes to begin at school. I took this time and got up from bed before having officially assaulted by my aunt.

I settled my bed in a good form and took a short bath to relieve the tension.

I packed my bag for school and prepared breakfast and dinner together. Because I was determined on finding a job for myself that would keep me away for most of the time from house. And this being my last year, I really need money for admission in college. That too far away from here so that I don't have to see anybody again.

I prepared bacon, bread and eggs, had some myself while I changed into a black sweatshirt with a hoodie and black jeans. After I was done, I settled everything on the table with the coffee in the coffee maker, ready to be served.

I left the house. My aunt was still asleep so I didn't recieve any harrassment early in the morning. Believe me, this was my first quite morning in weeks. It was 6:25.

I started walking towards. I didn't take the bus today because I felt it would better for a change.

I reached school and it was nearly time. I noticed the 'slutty' girl group near the parking lot, drooling over the 'idiotic' football team guys. I just went past them ignoring them.

Really, nobody bothered me. Its like I never exist. And that don't bother me. Not one bit.

I quitely walked past everyone to my locker. I took out what I needed for today's first class and headed in the direction.

I had very less in the name of friends. Almost non-existent.

No. To be true, I didn't have friends at all. I just was alone always. No one wanted to talk to me because they thought I'm so wierd. And thanks to Sarah and her two sidekicks, everybody now thinks that I do black magic and I'm a witch too.

I get stared at and glares but I don't mind one bit. They don't know me for being true.

Or my struggles.

I walked into my first class and took my regular seat beside the window, aloof from everybody else. I didn't want anybody's sympathy or pity. I'm just fine by myself. I'm strong enough to handle all of my life troubles.

The class hushed down as soon as Sarah entered with the other two sluts. She walked over to me directly and said,"Hey witch! That's my seat! Get off!" Her tone hard and disgusted.