What an Atypical Totally Abnormal Girl Wants

Expectations vs. Reality

I'm running through the fields, chasing after my little brother in glee. It's a perfect sunny day. There are no clouds in the sky. The flowers are in full bloom. "DARKNESS" my little brother pants from in front of me ,"let's stop I'm tired!" "Of course Ben!" I slow down my pace to a walk, which he does as well. 

That's right, my name is Darkness. My mom had her inner demons when she had me. I guess we all have them in life. 

As he approaches me, I tackle him on the ground and start to tickle him. "Darkness stop!" He laughs. I don't recall us having this much fun ever since our mother abandoned us. I stop tickling him, then lay beside him on the grass, taking in the beautiful summer weather. Suddenly, Ben grabs my arm and starts screaming. He keeps trying to clutch on to me, clinging to my outfit as if that will help calm him down. "Ben! Ben what's wrong? Ben!" I shout at him, shaking him repeatedly. Simultaneously, we both glance down at his abdomen, where an ever growing blood stain continues to keep growing bigger. "Darkness!" That was the last time I ever saw him.

"DARKNESS I SAID GET UP YOU LAZY BITCH!" I jolt awake from my nightmare, my clothes clinging to me from sweat. Just then, my father bursts in the door and makes a beeline for my bed, grabbing a fistful of my hair in his hand.

"You know how I feel about repeating myself" he growls as he pulled me across the floor, out of my bed down the stairs. I didn't fully brace myself for a minute later, he launches me down our flight of stairs. I land right on my side, immediately feeling a shooting pain coursing through my whole body and a loud crack from my shoulder. Crap. I broke it. Again. Tears start to prick my eyes, but I force them down; I'm used to it. "Now go make me breakfast and get out of my house" my dad threatens me from the top of the stairs before he goes into his bedroom, probably to light up a joint. With all the energy I didn't have, I forced myself to stand up, clinging to the wall when the world started spinning around me. Pull yourself together. He'll do worse. God knows he already has. Don't tempt him.

I start cooking my dad his usual bacon and eggs, and carry his tray of food up in his room. I knock on the door, and put the tray down on the coffee table as he instructs. "Hannah" he speaks just as I'm about to leave. I slowly turn around, shaking from head to toe. Oh god. Get this over with. He slowly makes his way over to me before grabbing my face with one of his meaty hands. With his other, he takes a piece of bacon and plops it in his mouth. He slowly chews it, then spits it in my face. "You're a disgrace to mankind. Now leave my sight". I dash out of there before he can change his mind.

I quickly get dressed for school. I put on my ripped black skinny jeans, my black My Chemical Romance shirt, (everyone thinks they're too emo but I love them. I guess I'm not like most girls) my converse and my snapback and paired it with my favourite flannel to hide my hideous scars up my arms. Not that they're only there. I'm covered in head to toe with them. And who's fault is that? My subconscious taunts. I grab an apple to eat for breakfast. I need to start dieting. I look disgusting. I get on my hello kitty bike-we're too poor to afford a new bike, don't laugh- and race to get to school. As soon as I reach the school, I see them. The popular group. I try ducking my head and pray they don't see me, but to no such luck. I receive a shove right on the shoulder I definitely broke this morning, causing me to land on the hard pavement and my books to fly everywhere. This learned a chorus of laughs. 

"Hey slut, wanna do my homework after school?" the blond guy, Luke says as he dumps his chemistry homework on my head. "It better be done by fifth period today" But he said... Nevermind. There's no use in arguing or correcting him. That would just earn me another form of abuse. Most likely a punch.

"Yeah, maybe you can help me out with some problems I've been having in anatomy" Calum, the black haired guy says with a laugh as he spits on me. 

"Alright guys, let's get to class. Don't want the little slut here to be the reason we get detention" says Ashton, the light brown haired guy. Once they all agree, they stroll pass me and all take turns giving me a swift kick before heading to class.

My first class of the day is music class. All of my classmates only listen to Justin Bieber or Miley Cyrus, but I only like classical and punk rock. I guess that's why most people hate me. I have a more mature taste in music than other kids my age. I have long dyed black hair down to my waist, that's slowly turning into dreadlocks because we have no water. My stupid dad again, drinking away the money that he was supposed to use to pay the hydro bill. I have black eyes (like my soul) and pale skin, almost translucent, and I only wear black clothes because colour is a waste of time since I realized a long time ago how dark and colorless this world truly is.

I walk into music class and sit down where I usually sit - in the back corner away from the noise. I like to be alone. I guess I'm not like other girls. My bullies walk in. As they each walk in the door, they each give me a punch on my broken shoulder. It hurts so much but I barely feel the pain anymore. Also, I noticed the brown haired one Calum doesn't hit me quite as hard as the others. Maybe he likes me. But I don't have time lto worry about it. I have very important plans for tonight. But don't worry about it. Nobody ever does.

The rest of my day goes by pretty much as normal. "Slut", "Bitch" ,"Ugly" ,"Useless": those are just some of my nicknames at school. One weird thing did happen though - when I was getting catapulted down the stairs by my bullies, Ashton, Luke, Calum and Michael, I noticed that while they usually laugh while pushing me, Calum only laughed and didn't push. Why all of a sudden be so nice to me? And what did I do to deserve all this pain? My shoulder still hurts.

Most people claim that once they wake up, their nightmares disappear. But not me. Mine don't. I guess I'm not like most girls, huh?