All Is Fair In Love And War (GXG)

The Terrible Memories

"How are you alive!" my mother says in anger. My dad looks even more pissed at me. "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO DIE IN THAT FIRE" my mother repeats. She looked at me with more and more hatred as she walks closer. She grabs my hair and lift me up. The bruises on my body start to show. "Go back, in the house, and die." My mother says, tears started running down my cheek. My brother trying to stop my mom as she starts pounding away on my body. A punch to a gut, making me spit out blood and leaving me without any breath. She drops me as I hear sirens in the distance. The last this I remember is the cops taking her away before I black out.
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      I awake from my slumber, rubbing my eyes to see only a ceiling. One that I've seen too many times before. I rise from the stiff bed only to see the nurse at her desk. I've been in the Nurse's Office too many times to even count at this point.
"Alright, how long was I out this time?" I ask the nurse, getting her out of her gaze. She looks at me, my beanie slowly falling off my head. I grab it in a panic, putting it back in it's rightful place.
        "You've been out for about an hour." The nurse says in a sweet yet, angry voice. "Try not to outdo yourself next time. At this point people will start thinking you're just doing this to skip class." She says, her voice turning more concern.
        "Alright then." I jump off the bed, not really caring about my physical health. "I'll see you, hopefully, not soon." I say jokingly before walking out and running to my classroom. I slam open the door, not caring about disrupting the class. The teacher looks at me along with all the other students. I fix my hair and stand confidently. "Sorry I'm late." i say, walking to my desk in the back of the class. I take my seat, everyone looks back to the teacher while others look at me in disgust. I look to the front of the class, then to Vanessa. She was staring at me and I guess I caught her. I honestly don't mind if she stares at the goods, even when they are only for her. I lay my head down on the desktop table, still a bit drowsy from the nap. I shut my eyes, aware what I was probably going to dream about. The same things I see every time, the nightmares that they have gave me.

My old room, filled with holes and cracks the other leave behind. My small room and my tiny bed which I still lay. The early morning sun still lays before I get up. I reach under my bed, grabbing my clothes, not caring what it is. I feel it out, an old black hoodie and a Set It Off shirt. I throw it on without turning on the lights. I change into my shorts, stuffing my tail in. I grab the beanie on the little desk next to the small bed. Along with the glasses that I didn't really need. I open the door quietly, tiptoeing to the bathroom. I rip the beanie off real quick and comb my hair, fixing my ears. I put the beanie on before turning off the lights and heading back to my room. I see my backpack in the corner, hiding away from the world. I fill it with everything I need faster than the devil himself. I look under the door, seeing the hallway lights turn on. My heart goes crazy hearing the banging on the door. I run to the window, opening it as my father breaks it down. Shock runs through my veins. I jump out onto the little roofing next to it, jumping down, heading towards the ground. My mother runs out of the front door chasing me as I run onto the street and farther. My skin was so close to my bones, you could almost see my ribs. I reach the school in such little minutes. The bell hasn't rang. Kids weren't even there yet. I walk to the back, where the stoner kids hang. Well, where me and my "friends" hang out. I don't smoke weed like them but I just do normal cigarettes. I bet you're wondering how I got them when I'm under aged. Well, they aren't mine. They're my brother's. The man may be a smoker but he makes damn good food. And he's the only one in the house who doesn't want me dead. I sigh as the chill morning air enters my lungs. It isn't the stuff I want in there. I take a box out from my hoodie, along with a lighter. I take one cigarette and light it, pressing the thing against my mouth letting the smoke fill my lungs before letting out all together. I do this a few more times before I start seeing some kids around the corner. I throw down the cigg, stomping on it till it goes out. I take a deep breath before walking to the front, sitting under a nearby tree. I wait for the day my mate will take me out of the hell I live it. Wondering when the pain will leave this body. The bell finally rings as students start flooding in and hanging with their friends. I make a mad dash to my locker, not wanting to interact with anyone in this place. In school I only had one friend. One person who knows everything about me and is okay with it. The one person I have in this pitiful life. I head to my locker, trashed with notes that should crush my very being. I open it up throwing my unneeded books and putting the ones in that I need for the day. I keep my head down, avoiding eye contact, or I was until I was slammed into a locker. There I looked, looked at the guy who torments me day and night. Munson. I cower as my legs turn numb. I try to keep my stance. Try to keep my 'I don't care' composure but it keeps slipping.
"Looky here, we got ourselves a little pup in our territory." Munson says. And no he doesn't know what I am, that's just the nickname he gave me. I keep me eyes down, not wanting to look at them. "HEY! LOOK AT ME NERD!" His friend said before punching me right in the face. I drop to the floor and kids start cheering. Fresh tears start running down my face as the others start to kick. The bell to start class rings and the kids disband. "Remember pup, you are not wanted here. Nor anywhere." Munson says, spitting near my newly cut face. I wait a minute or two before getting up. I wipe the tears off my face and spit out the blood in my mouth before running to my class. I get there and hide in the back with now a scar on my cheek, and a black circle around my eye. I put my head down and keep it that way for the entire period. Once the bell rings and a few more classes pass, I run to the back of the school. I sit at the tree, opening the box again for the second time today. I take the cigarette and light it up. I take multiple deep breaths before breathing it out. I pull an apple out of my bag and take a few bites, the lit cigarette still in my hand. I see a girl with blond hair as bright as the sun, and with some makeup on walking to me. I wave to her.
"CHEYENNE GET OVER HERE!" I yell before lifting up my hood in realization. I don't want her to be worried. She's the only one that would kick Munson's ass for this.
"Anna! What's the hood on for." Cheyenne says.
"No reason." I swiftly reply. She lifts up my hoodie without saying a thing. Her face does go shocked or confused, but it goes into rage.
"Who did this Anna?!" Chy says. I look at her with concerned eyes and she returned to her normal look.
"You know who it was Chy Chy. The same guys and before." I said taking another puff from my cigarette. She always disapproved of these things but she can't deny me of them. "They almost got me this morning." I say, she knows who I'm talking about. Cheyenne pulls out two lunches and hands one to me. I give her a sweet smile.
"First eat, you're malnourished and you need food to survive. Second Do you want me to kill them already, or what." she says jokingly. I have a bit of a laugh before digging into the food she gave me. I see some chicken and another apple. I take some bites on the chicken, finishing it in a few minutes. I look at the apple before taking a bite.
"I don't want to go home again." I say with a sigh. I take another puff from the cigarette. "They seemed ready to kill me today." I say look up onto the green leaves of early spring.
"Stay with me again then." Cheyenne says. I just shake my head.
"They might kill me this time. And I don't trust myself at other people's homes." I say with a depressing smile. Everyone wants me dead so might as well not care. The bell rings, telling us lunch is over. "You get going. I got to stay out for a bit." I say still holding the cigarette. She leaves and I take one last puff before stomping it out. I wipe off my hoodie before heading in and getting rid of this terrible day...
I finish my little nap and wake up in a cold sweat. Vanessa was shaking me. I couldn't know why but something lulled me back...