Staring into nothingness

Chapter one

My name is Ceicily it is a strange name considering I've never been to that island in the ocean somewhere, but it suits me perfectly, isolated from the rest of society.

I have been living in green street temporary shelter for 57 days now. It is a converted factory from the Victorian times so we call it the workhouse. Everywhere is painted with a sickly yellow colour which is apparently meant to evoke calm thoughts and happiness but that fails miserably. I am the longest 'temporary resident' they have ever had. Even people who are paid to look after me take me in for a day and then throw me out sometimes I don't even stay for a day. My record currently is 10 minutes and that was just the car journey. I was so sarcastic and rude they drove me straight back. The entire county is hoping I'll be sent to a mental asylum, juvie or that my 16th birthday will miraculously come tomorrow!

Yesterday I had to meet Mr and Mrs Blake who put there snooty little noses up as soon as they saw me. Mrs Blake said 'so this is the girl you'd like me to take in.. Well I can currently only cope with a girl of a younger age. I think Alice over there looks far more suitable considering the traumatic childhood she has had'. When I came back to the dorm (nicknamed doom) Holly shouts at me 'oooooohhhhh you just got rejected again' and then smirks with glee as she is texting her boyfriend who is on the floor below. Such a bytch I then slapped her and Tucker the security guard had to restrain me again...

If you met me on a dark night you'd cross over the road I permanently have dark shadows under my eyes (yesterday Jaydde asked me if I had any spare crack!) I'm not a druggie and to be frank I'm always ugly even with makeup caked on my face. I'm really small for my age but according to Tommy I have a wild glint in my eye that could scare any guy away except for him.I hope that wasn't another of his attempts to flirt with me. Trust me his pick up lines are even worse just the thought of them makes me want to cringe.

Everyone in Peckham knows me, even some gang members fear me because I got expelled from school when I was 12 I used to carry round a knife in my school bag for protection just in case I ever meet my brother again. I wish I still had it but they took it away and searched my room in case of more weapons.

On the 15th July I threatened Ben with a knife. He was of those boys who have ego the size of this planet and still has a seemingly perfect life. He said I deserved everything my family ever did to me. When I got out my knife and said I'd stab him if he said anything else he peed his pants and went as white as a sheet so I was laughing hysterically until the police turned up. Everyone who goes to Peckham High still quakes in fear every time I come past. When I'm in a bad mood I'll walk past the school as a joke even though I'm banned.

Since that fateful day doctors and social workers all over the country have been trying to diagnose me with some sort of mental problem but they cant. the only thing they said is i have post traumatic stress but that means nothing. It is true I am a shizzy messed up kid but every time I try to be nice it just reminds me of my family which was worse then burning in hell so currently hate is the only answer. I got put on report and my only nice foster mum Rhea said she couldn't handle me.

She is the only person who had ever cried to see me leave.

A/N Hey everyone thanks soo much for reading I really appreciate it this is the first chapter I've ever done so left if short please comment tell me what you think and ways to improve. The story will get a lot more exciting and a lot less depressing 😄

Byyee

M xxx

P.S this is copyrighted to me so any plagiarism will result in me suing you (my parents are lawyers so will win) however the picture on the front isn't mine it's just from the Internet apologies if its yours