Blame

Chapter 1

"Loser!"

"Freak!"

"No one likes you. Why are you still here?!"

I whimper as I hit the ground, the cuts on my wrist reopening on impact, colouring my blue and pink jacket red.

"Oh look! Emo slut cuts as well." Jason laughed to his posse kicking me and hen walking around to my other side.

"Fucking bitch." He says, spitting on the ground in front of me.

I've long forgotten my dream of a hero or a knight in shinning armour coming to my rescue, it'll never happen. I have to save my self but I can't I'm too gutless, too weak, I'm a waste of space taking up oxygen others need.

I long for the day I man up and tell them off, but lately my dream of telling them off has gotten weird.

And not the crazy kind of weird, the insane kind if weird. The murderous kind, y'know the kind where I just happened to have a knife to pull out to kill them with.

I grunt as I'm once again kicked, this time it's in the face.

"What are you laughing at whore?" One of Jason's mates, Braden, chuckles, his brown-shoulder length hair falling over his eyes as he leans abit to close for comfort.

Dragging me up Braden shoves me into the guy behind me, Leon, who's hands go to far down for my liking.

I fight as thrash but one of the guys pulls a knife and slashes it towards me threatening me to shut up and stay still.

"If you want to keep some....form of... Dignity.. YEAH! Dignity!" He stuttered.

Oh my god are all dickheads this stupid?

"What did you just call me bitch?" Braden growls, stalking towards me and the pervert who is holding me.

'Oh fuck, I said that out loud...' I cringe, awaiting impact.

Impact that never comes...

I open my eyes to come face to face with none other than Braden, a... Not so very alive, Braden. And a very much alive Pyramid Head standing behind him, his Great Knife through the teens chest.

Whoops, I did it again..

I drop to the floor as the guy holding me screams and lets me go, turning and running the opposite direction. I don't blame him. I'd be pretty freaked out if a horror movie character just killed my best friend too. If, of course, I had a best friend, and wasn't used to this happening all the time.

In a way I guess they're right when they call me a freak. I mean it's not exactly normal for people to be able to summon monsters and creatures from movies. Even weirder when they're able to control them perfectly fine.

The ground shook slightly and my focus returned to the creature in question, seeing Pyramid Head on his knee in front of me, head bowed, as much as he really could, in some form of respect I guess.

"You can leave if you want. There's no need for you to stay." I say, standing on wobbly legs.

He stands and bows to me, turning and disappearing into some sort of invisible portal.

I sigh, picking up my school bag and continuing my walk to the Home.

Home. Ha! Yeah right, more like hell.

I live in an orphanage.

My parents were killed when I was a baby, I was left with minimal damage. I cut on my leg and one on my back. I've still got the scars.

A shiver rolls down my spine as the building comes into view. I'm so fucked, I'm an hour late and Madam Contree doesn't like it when we're late to something. She's a complete control freak.