Ossified (Luke Hemmings Fanfic) Temporarily On Hold

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She felt so much,
That she started to feel nothing.

My eardrums take in a sizzling sound when I wrap a strand of hair around my curling iron. I let go off the curled hair and watch in the mirror how it slides off the iron. This face, these eyes, I hate them. Maybe I can get a tattoo on my throat. Mmm, better not. I already fucked up too much skin. I heard you can tattoo your eyeballs, change the color. That is worth looking into.

I take another draw of my joint and the room fills itself with smoke, creating a foggy wall between me and the mirror. Ash falls down the bathroom sink mixing with the water as I tap against it. It swirls and swirls like the pool of dead, sucking out the life of innocent souls.

Damn, this pot is supposed to calm my mind. Not fuck me up more than I already am. I scratch my neck up to the back of my head, digging my nails into my scalp. It hurts for a moment until the pain succumbs into relief, calming my mind.

The front door slams, making the walls of this wooden house vibrate. "Delila Amber Daniels! Down and now," my father yells.

"Fack!" I growl loud and pull my black beanie over my dirty blond hair. I hate it when he calls me Delila and he knows it. I quickly spritz some perfume in the air and over my clothes to cover the penetrating odor. My name echoes through the house for the second time when I turn off the curling iron.

The stairs, covered with stained orange carpet, are creaking under my heavy black boots when I'm making my way down, two steps at a time, sliding my hands along the yellowish wallpaper.

I've you would have told me three years ago that I would turn out like this. I would have called you crazy, that's for sure. Nineteen years old, living with my dad and caught with drugs, again. If you'll look into the dictionary and search for the explanation of the word pathetic, you'll find my name printed in bold letters.

I always dreamed of going to college. I had it all planned out. I would have a lacrosse scholarship and share a dorm with my childhood friend Ava. We would attend the same classes, go to lame-ass frat parties, play beer pong and graduate together. That was the plan until that poor excuse of a mother ruined my life. Because of her, I had no other choice than leave the place I was born and raised.

Everyone hates me and now I'm stuck in this shitty local college, without a single friend left. The funny part of this all? That it didn't help shit. The whispers, stares, and rumors are still haunting me.

"Delila!" He screams again, impatiently waiting in the so-called dining room.

It sounds so chic, dining room. Maybe in your house, it is, but not in mine. It's nothing more than four walls where paint in the color of seafoam is splattered against them. The pale green curtains are literally hanging by a thread and the centerpiece is a wobbly table surrounded by four mismatching chairs.

"Yes, fuck, dad. I'm here, calm your tits!" I growl at him. Jeez man, you're gonna give yourself a heart attack.

No Dee, you're gonna give the man a heart attack if you keep this shit up.

My subconscious likes to remind me every time. I shove that little bitch in the back of my mind and smack the door in her face.

"Sit," He says in a calm tone.

He knows how to speak and give people the chills without raising his voice. He can let a grown man piss his pants with one look. That's his job, capturing the scum in this world and putting them under pressure until they break like a twig. Not me, not anymore. It used to give me the chills. Now I just laugh in his face.

I take place, kicking my boots on the hardwood dining table, letting it wiggle and give him my sweetest and fakest smile. Asking, "What's up?"

"What's up?!" He raises his eyebrows and shoves my boots off the table, landing with a loud thud on the dark gray stone floor. "You dare to ask me, what's up!"