This story is about a girl who's not so normal in a way. A girl who's own mind turns against her. A girl who's no longer in control. You will see as Blair goes through her life with a secret voice in her head. And what will happen when she finally m...
They don't love you! You'll be better off with me! Let me take control Let me win
Shut up!
Shut up!
Shut up!!!
I lay in bed with my eyes tightly shut and my hands over my head. This happens every night. The voices always come out. Tell me things ..some sound good but others aren't...they never leave. There always there. Always present within my mind.
As I lay there in my bed rocking back and fourth gently minutes had turned into hours and before I knew it it was morning. My mother walked in gently tapping my shoulder.
"Sweetie it's time for school." She said gently.
I turned and looked at her slowly nodding my head as my eye had dark circles.
I got up and got dressed.
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I walked downstairs slowly and sat at the kitchen table waiting for my breakfast. I was never the type of kid who talked to their parents so our mornings were usually filled with awkward silence...well except for the voices I still heard in the back of my mind..
My mother finally came over with a some toast for me. I quietly ate it and when I was done I put my dish in the sink to be washed later.
I grabbed my bag and went to leave the house.
"Oh honey wait!" My norther said rushing over to me.
"You forgot your cross." She put the cross necklace over my head and smiled gently at me. I turned around and started walking to my bus stop.
My mother does this every time I leave the house. She knows about how I struggle with the demons..she thinks the cross helps me but it doesn't. God can't help me. I was never gods child.
I wait at the bus stop listening to my chemical romance. I play with my bracket as I wait.
Finally the bus arrives and I got on going to the back of the bus were I usually sit. Nobody ever sits with me. They're all to scared to.
They hate you They don't want to be near a freak like you! Come with me You'll be excepted Everyone will love you where I'm from!
i close my eyes and lay my head on the back of the seat. They do this every day. Try to convince me to go with them.
I can't. I have to stay strong. For him.
The bus finally arrived at school and of course I'm the last one to get off. I make my way into the school grounds and sit my usually spot right underneath a oak tree and wait for me friend.
After a few minutes I hear fast footsteps approaching me and a voice call out to me.
"BLAIR!" I look up to see him. My best friend Oliver.
He's not at all anything like me. He has bright blond hair. Short but not to short it's still long enough on on side to cover one of his eyes.
His eyes in fact are a beautiful purple. He has cute pink checks and normally dress in pastel colours.unlike me of course.
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He's wearing a pink stawrberry sweater with black shorts and blue stripped thigh high socks with pink shoes. He always a cute strawberry chocked with some silver brackets and a blue boy in his blonde hair.
He looks so cute. I smile gently at him as he runs over and sits down beside me.
"Hey Blair!* he smiles bright at me and I wave at him.
"So what class do you have today?" He asks.
"I have visual art. Pottery. Math. And biology." I respond as I lean against the tree.
"Oooo. I have math, creative writing, decoration party, and dance." Oliver said.
Oliver has always been the type of person who loves every art compartment and he's always very happy doing it.
The school bell rings and I walk Oliver to his class. As we walk there there's a group of boys waiting by his class.
I roll my eyes.
These boys do this everyday. They always try and pick on Oliver just because he wear bright cute colours. The other boys says it's meant for girls so they normally pick on him a lot because of it.
When I first came to this school and I met Oliver he had a bunch of bruises and cuts on him. But since I came here I've always made sure to walk him to class and make sure he's face.
As we get closer to his class room the group of boys walk up to us and I stand in front of Oliver as he holds onto the back of my shirt scared.
"What do you drake." I saw to the main guy who picks on Oliver.
"Oh nothing really we just wanted to have a little talk with Oliver over here."
He says looking at Oliver with a smile.
"Sorry boys not a chance. Shouldn't you be getting to class anyways?" I says.
"Shouldn't you sit your mouth" one of the guys say.
I pull out my butter fly knife. Something I always carry around for things like this.
"If I were you I'd keep fucking walking guys." I say with venom lacing my voice.
"Ok ok jeez!" Drake says as he walks away with a tsk.
I smile a bit and say bye to Oliver as I walk to my class.
You should've done it Should have killed them You scared your friend Hell hate you forever
I hold my head a bit as I hear the voices again.
Why won't they go away...
Hey guys hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my book. I wanted to try something new so let me know if you liked this chapter and of you guys do then I'll write more!^^
