I woke up to the sound of my alarm going off. I sighed and got up.
I skipped on the shower and just brushed through my hair and straightened it. I then put on black ripped skinny jeans, an AFI shirt, a HIM jacket, and blacked out vans.
I put on music and tried to walk to school silently, emotionlessly.
Emotions flooded my brain and body and I clenched my shirt where my heart is and I fell to my knees, crying and screaming.
Why can't this pain just cease?
Why can't I be normal and have friends?
Why can't my own father love me?
Why can't I just die...
I was too caught up in my crying and screaming, mental and physical, that I didn't notice arms were wrapped around me. I pushed the pair of arms away, grabbed my shit for school and ran.
When I got to school, my eyes were red and puffy and my face was tear stained. The teachers asked what was wrong but I never answered them. The only thing on my mind was wandering who was holding me. I eventually forgot and went back to my numb state.
I was the first one out of the class when the bell rang for us to go home. I walked home faster than usual and when I saw flashing lights from police cars in front of my house, I froze.
Anger built up inside of me and I slowly walked up to the front door. I slowly walked in and my dad was in handcuffs, walking out the door. I was interrogated by police and I couldn't hold in the truth anymore. I let it all out and I was emotionless the whole time.
After they left, I walked up to my room and punched something. Even though he beat me senseless, I still loved him. I sat on my bed and looked out of the window.
They were all talking police. I got angrier and screamed into my pillow. I looked out the window again and they were headed this way.
I ran all around the house and locked every door and window. I stood in front of the front door as they knocked.
"Go away! Leave me alone! I hate you all!" I screamed and ran up to my room and cried until I fell asleep.
I woke up at midnight, when the full moon was high. It was showing through my window, giving my room an eerie feeling. I loved it but I still felt numbness. I got up and walked outside and sat under a tree.
I smoked cigarettes, injected heroin, smoked weed, did crack, anything to make this pain and numbness go away.
I was so fucked up on drugs that I couldn't see straight, walk straight, or even sit straight. I stupidly got up and tried to walk but I fell and passed out.
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I woke up in a room like mine, but I knew it was because there was a bed against the wall and not in the window.
I sat up and resisted the strong urge to throw up. I walked to the door and opened it. I saw Ricky's name on the door.
I growled and looked through the hall. I saw stairs and ran to them and down them. I walked to the door and ran out of it to my house.
I threw up before I could reach my house and I sat there, staring at nothing for a while.
"Why'd you do so many drugs at once?" Ricky's voice said.
I didn't reply and their footsteps approached me.
"Again, why'd you do so many at once?" Ricky said again. I remained silent.
I felt his finger under my chin and made me look at him. I avoided his eyes and shoved his hand away.
"We only did it because you were so miserable..."
I got up and went to walk back to my house but him grabbing my arm firmly stopped me. I whimpered because my cuts still weren't healed. He quickly let go and made me face him by grabbing my shoulders and turning me around.
I looked at him and lost it. I fell to my knees and broke down. He wrapped his arms around me and held me to his chest. He didn't say anything. He just let me cry.
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I must've cried myself to sleep again because I woke up on a bed I someone's arms. I saw that I was in the same room as last time.
I turned my head to see a sleeping Ricky. I stared at his lips for a while before kissing them. I didn't expect him to kiss back since he was asleep but he did. I pulled away when realization set in.
"My brother will kill you and you said it yourself, I'm too young. Plus, you have Jessica..." I said, regretting my words. He agreed and I got up.
I walked to my house and stared at him sleeping through my window. Why do I have to be in love with someone I barely know? Why do I even love him?
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Caught Up In Your Lies(Ricky Olson FanFic)
FanfictionBlade was 12 when her neighbor, Ricky Olson left. They never talked, just stared at each other. What is to come when he returns after five years, on Halloween, Blade's birthday, who is now 17? (Read At Your Own Risk)