Euphoria | McCall

Prologue

"Misty!"

"Hi guys," I tell the twins, Angel, and Gabe as I hug them back. I finally finished my 2-year probation at a dumbass Military school. I was sent here after I beat ol' girl to death. The stupid bitch give me a dirty look so I had to hand her her ass on a silver platter. Bitch had it coming.

"Promise."

"Precious," I say back to mom in the same monotone voice. Ever since I was hit with probation, my Mom and I no longer have a relationship. Apparently I have anger issues and PTSD, but all that is bullshit.

Oh I'm sorry you don't understand or have no idea of what I'm talking about. Well then let me start from the beginning.

[Flashback-Italics
Present Time- Regular]

Age: 5

We all stand at the gravesite and watch the casket with Papa's body go down into the ground. They said it was death of natural causes. But I know it was suicide. From the lost of weight to the throwing up in the middle of the night. To the all the other suicidal attempts that I walked into. But they told me natural causes because I'm only 5. I got no tears left to cry as my eyes follow the casket. My Papa taught me one thing: People are only in your life just to feed you lies and empty promises, and once you start believing them. They disappear Just. Like. That.

Age: 12

I keep my head down as I walk down the halls filled with laughter from the other kids. Word got around that I tried to commit suicide for the third time. I wear long sleeved clothing to cover up my scars from the times I cut myself. I roll my eyes as I go to my locker and start putting in my combination. 4 4 4, I chuckle to myself at the irony of those numbers. I was born on the 4th in the the 4th month, at 4:04 am. I hear crying and hurried footsteps as I turn and see Libby and Ace running up to me completely drenched with tears streaming down their faces. I immediately turn to them with worry written all on my face.