My Grey Nights {EDITING}

Chapter 1.

Chyna McCartney

My dark skin complexion glistened as I rubbed the baby oil on my exposed skin. I swiftly walked across the room to my purple covered bed and grabbed my light blue denim skinny jeans and slipped them on. I was still exhausted, because I stay up the entire night studying. One more day and we're out for spring break. I'm a college student at 'The University of Illinois'. My lack of confidence and uptight demeanor makes people wonder. I grew in a household where my parents are those type of people to make it seem as though we're the perfect family. But behind closed doors, it's nothing but chaos. My dad has a Bipolar disorder, and hides it as if it's just a mask. When I was little he would be so happy, until I would ask if he took his pills. He would beat me until he got tired and my mom would watch sometimes and say " I told you not to make daddy mad" and walk away like she didn't here my agonizing screams for help. In front of guest, my parents would seem like nothing ever happened in our household, like it was just unicorns and rainbows. They would abused me and say it's only for my well-being, they made me believe that. If I ever got something lower than a B, they would punish me my sitting me in a room full of white walls a toilet and sink for hours, sometimes even days.

They expect the best from me, and that's what I gave and still does. I have a little sister named Arial who is in eighth grade elevating to high school. We don't communicate, and if we did, it would be little convocations. Nothing big, I really don't know anything about her which is devastating. Then there's my mom, who loves to manipulate people. She makes you believe anything you want to hear. She put me in a crazy home because she thought I was changing. I was in the facility for two years, before they finally realized there was nothing wrong with me. My mom filled their heads up with nonsense and wasn't going to stop. They said I was going though a phase. Did she believe them? hell no!

Every since the that day, she has been trying to convince people something was wrong with me. In her eyes I was a monster, she said I was a mistake and she never loved me. Till this day, I still believe her. This made me devolved cutting. I would cut myself and no one would ever know because of my dark skin complexion. I was depressed and stuck inside of a world that was never perfect. Everyone has their secrets. . . And I guess ours were going to the grave.

Picking up my dorm room keys I quickly walked to the door and left out. I was now twenty minutes late for my Greek philosophy class. This is going to be so embarrassing. I thought as I ran across the school yard to the double doors of the third corridor. I dashed down the hallway of the large school and turned a corner to my right. I hate that my dorm room is no where near close to any of my classes which pisses me completely off. I slowed down my pace as I was coming up to my class and I was now exhausted and out of breathe. I grabbed the door knob and walked in quietly trying not to disturb his teaching. I took my seat next to Sid, a Mexican male who was quite the charmer but wasn't my type because he was my best friend. Some would say why a guy? Well it's just what I prefer. He doesn't know everything about me, but he knows where I live and things of that sort. I never told him anything personal about me because something's are to meant to be left alone and swept under the rug.

"So why are you late?" he whispered in my ear as I started to jot down missing notes. Not trying to make eyes contacted, I spoke.

"Alarm went off late" I replied. Nothing else was said after that. The rest of the class went by quickly and everybody started to leave. Next was Psychology, I guess you can say that class is interesting.

"Hey Chyna, wait up!" Sid yelled running up to me. "What's up with the attitude?" He asked trying to keep up with my pace. I shrugged.

"Maybe because I'm fucking tried of running in the morning because of my dorm being all the way across the damn school yard!" I yelled in frustration as I clutched tighter onto my books in my hands. He laughed and I snapped my head towards him. He put his arms up in surrender,

"Calm down mami, it's not that serious. Besides, it's the last day before we go on spring break. So cheer your black ass up!" He joked. he was right, but that didn't make anything better at all. . .

The rest of the day went by quickly and I was now in my dorm room. I was done packing and now all I'm looking for is my car keys, so I can put my belongings in there. Picking up my smart phone I checked the time. It was now seven forty-six. Damn! I thought. I'm defiantly not trying to be late for my flight to New York. I turned my head and there they were, sitting on my television set. I rushed to get them, grabbing my duffle bag I threw on over my shoulder and quickly moved to the door to leave out. Closing and locking the dorm, I rushed to the student parking lot. Pressing the unlocking bottom on my keys, my '2014 Ford Fusion' lit up. Rushing to my car, I opened the back seat and threw my things in then closed the door. Jumping in the front, I started the car up and made my way out and away from the school. Time for me to go back 'home'.

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July 3, 2014

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