The Devils Are Here...

Raptor's Story

"No one gets out of here alive."-Jim Morrison

          Phoenix Thorn's messy brown hair draped in front of her brown eyes that appeared black without a flashlight.  It was the dreaded Monday and she was heading back to school with her brother, Eren, after having a terrible winter break.

        Her right arm was covered in bandages from the shoulder and on down to her fingertips.  Phoenix's parents got into a car wreck and the oil had seared into her flesh, causing it to burn until it turned black along with a glass that cut open her cheek that ran across it, until it reached her earlobe.  All Phoenix could really remember was seeing her little sister to her left, blood dripping from her mouth as a glass piece was deeply embedded in her eye, though what really shocked her was that the eye was hanging out of its socket.  Every time she would try to go to sleep she would see the images in her nightmares since there was nothing more traumatic or thrilling to make her forget the event.

        She was the middle child, born into a family of thieves, liars, alcoholics, molesters, smokers, and drug addicts.  Though after the accident she soon developed manic depression, but the weird thing is the glass cut a nerve in the back of her neck causing her to twitch at times.

        Eren was eighteen, he was popular, ready to leave high school and go to college, and ready to leave his family- to leave her behind, but she couldn't blame him she would do the same thing.  Phoenix would get bullied twenty-four-seven so he tried to help her, but the attempts were futile. In fact it only made it worse.

        Walking into the classroom, the room fell silent as they watched her- staring at her.  This was how her day always began, getting called a whore, a slut, ugly, retarded and that she should kill herself.  They would also make fun of her due to her mental disorders and now she had another one. Phoenix had OCD, ADHD, Bipolar, anxiety, paranoia, IED, manic depression, PTSD, and BFS.  

        She was just a puny emo sixteen year (who was turning seventeen soon) old junior, introvert, who hardly socialized.  In fact when Phoenix did try to socialize she would get cast aside as everyone- even the shy guy would call her names.  They called her Satan's daughter and told her to go back to hell, since she should go back home. In order to counteract the bullying Phoenix would read, write, and draw to express her emotions since she couldn't do it at home.  The fictional world made her happy as she dreamed of stabbing, slashing, and slowly killing her parents and Brooke.

        While she sat quietly in the back of the room she wrote a story about a young boy like her, but this one lost his parents and he was living on the street.  "Okay class I'll be back in five minutes since I'm going to be talking to a parent so be good."  He warned the class before leaving the room. These kids, were never good.  Hell, she didn't even think they knew the definition of good. Someone touched Phoenix's shoulder reminding her of how her father abused and handled her.  She despised being touched from behind so on an automatic response she flinched out of habit. "Looks like the retarded kid is flinching because she's either scared or really angry.  Why don't you go back home and cry to your parents and ask if they could make it all better?" Brooke cackled at her own comment.

        Don't they have anything better to do than harass everyone at this school?  Phoenix couldn't help but think.  "Why don't you run back to your whore of a mom who can't keep her legs closed to find out which child you came from.  Go tell her to-" She didn't even see the punch coming so she was struck in the face. The crack sent waves of pain throughout her skull and body, should have expected that...  Blood dripped down her nose and onto her lip causing her to automatically lick it for some unknown purpose.  The blood pounded through her veins as adrenaline kicked into gear, 'Kill her' something cooed in her ear making her agree with the voice.  The blood was coppery tasting, but damn did she want more.