SERENITY (A Creepy Pasta Fanfiction)

Moving

Tuesday

"No!" I whined loudly and shook my head. "I'm not doing it. I'm not going. I don't care."

"Serenity...." My mom tried to calm me down. She used her soft voice. It used to always work on me. There was something sweet in the way she uses it. Almost innocent like. I swore my mother was magic or something. "You know this is how it has to be for now on. You shouldn't have tried to mess with that girl. You know her family has ties to the community."

"I know mom... But it's not fair. How come she never gets introuble for anything. She is always the one that gets the sympathy, always the one that gets to play victim. Everyone is always on her side. Why can't I have that?" I felt tears of frustration build up and I turned my head away.

"Sometimes you have to learn that you are also to blame. It doesn't matter that she started the rumors. Nobody can prove that. But they can prove a hand written letter. You have to start thinking about your actions and what it can do to people." She said as she put her arm on my shoulder. "Nobody can tell you how to live your life. And there sure isn't going to be anyone out there holding your hand. So for now you just need to learn how to control your anger." She out her hand on my forehead. "you need to start thinking with your head and not," she put her hand on my heart. "with your heart."

I started to sob. There was no way I could reason with this woman. She was right and she knew it, there was no way I could fight my way out of this. The fact was, I had to go to another school. I had to start my life over.... With my dad.

Last night, my parents decided that the best way to make sure I could get to school each day was if I went and loved with my dad. Laydynn would stay with my mom. And on alternating weekends we would both go to someone's house together. Weekend one was decided that I would travel to my moms house and then weekend two Laydynn would travel to my dads. So we could see eachother and we could see our parents.

I felt numb inside, I felt every bone I had crumple to the ground. I couldn't bare it. There was no way I could stand to stay at my dads house for long periods of time. Without my mom there I don't think I could survive. On the surface, my dad seemed nice. He seemed like a caring dad, he always tried to make time for us, but it was just that underneath his facade he was ruthless. He wasn't as nice as he claims to be. I can see the lies in his eyes. I can see the flames. And I didn't want to be apart of that when he blew.

Not to mention I've been having a lot of mental breakdowns.

It's currently Tuesday and I'm currently lounging around in my room. I looked up at the ceiling at all of the stars that have long since lost its glow. Staring at it brought me joy, it brought me back to a simpler time when I didn't have to worry about my life. Where I was just free to be a kid. And free to do what I wanted.

My room hasn't changed much in the past 6 years. I've kept the same rosy pink curtains up from when I was ten. The same dresser that stood by the door. With the same mirror and pictures, (with a few new ones added to it of course). My walls were painted white. I had dark hard wood floors with a white rug. My closet was still used as a storage drop off. My bed was set at the middle of my wall. At the opposite end of the door. Two windows behind it. And a night stand on my left side. I had a desk on the wall to the left that was only used as a place for cluttered paper and pens that I swear I will need one day. The desk chair was used as a dump for clean clothes that I haven't gotten around to organizing yet. Though... I guess it didn't matter how my room looked now, I wouldn't be in it much longer and my dad already said that I wasn't going to take any furniture to his house, he was going to buy me a whole new set up. Which, seems nice and all besides for the fact that I liked my room how it was now.