Coffee// A.I.

One- Forgotten

Vanessa's POV

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I woke up to another bitter early November day. I hated fall. Other than Halloween, there was really nothing I looked forward to. Fall was cold, dull, dry, and boring. In November, all of the colors have faded away, leaving nothing but dull crisp colors. All of the good and happiness just seemed gone. Just like with me.

I looked outside my window at the bare trees that looked dead, and the brown grass which would be covered with snow any day now. It reminded me of my days at the mental hospital, which I immediately blocked out of my thoughts.

I sat at my desk and cleansed my face before applying my makeup. I used primer, concealer, foundation, bronzer, blush, highlighter, eyeshadow, eyeliner, red lipstick, and mascara.

I guess you can say I have a lot of flaws.

Even though most of my flaws were mostly mental, covering up my physical flaws made me feel a little bit better and less insecure. I guess I was good at covering up my flaws, because everyone around me looked at me like I was an angel, or like I was perfect. But they don't know about the days I've spent planning to kill myself, and worse. The time I killed someone else. With the mental hospital, and all of the psychiatric therapy, I found my way out of the system that left life lasting scars on my wrists.

But it wasn't really over. I never really got better. It's been two years. Nobody knows about it except my adoptive parents. And I planned on keeping it that way.

My parents were both wealthy, young lawyers. They adopted me after I got out of the mental hospital known as The Derris Blakely Mental Institution/ Rehab center. It was a big place, and was definitely old. It was Derris Blakely's mansion long before.

Before I was adopted, I grew up in the orphanage system. I always wished for a family, and a nice mother and father. But now I realize I didn't really need one. With my new parents gone at work all day everyday, I'd be just as well without them. I think they just adopted me because somebody had to. The orphanage wouldn't accept me back after what I did. Being sixteen, I had only two more years until I could take care of myself.

I continued getting ready for school, which wasn't all that bad. I had a few friends, decent teachers. The worst part was the fact that it was a private school, where all of the pretty little rich kids go. It annoyed me to think I was one of them now. We didn't have to wear uniforms, but the dress code was extremely strict.

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After picking out my bright red dress that wasn't too fancy, I grabbed my purse and walked out the door. I guess you could say my favorite color was red. My lips were always red, my dress was red, my leather jacket was red- get the point? I like red.

My dress was the type of thing most girls at Everest Academy would wear. It wasn't too short, but just the right length that would pass the dress code. And no, we did not live on Mount Everest, although sometimes I wish I did. We lived in gloomy, boring, old North Dakota. It was okay at times. But It just wasn't for me. I wanted to be somewhere where every time I walk outside I would feel the sun and smell the saltwater from the ocean. But that was just a dream.

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"Vanessa, I need to talk to you."

I turned around to see Jessie. She was beautiful, with black hair and bright blue eyes. People say we look alike, but we really don't at all.

"About what?" I questioned. She took my hand passing the rushing students in the hallway to an empty classroom.

"Look, don't kill me okay..."

"What!" I whisper-yelled.

She looked at her feet nervously before speaking.

"I... Well... Remember when you asked me if I had that problem? And that thing you told me... I feel like I should call the cops but-". I put my hand over her mouth before she could finish speaking. I knew what she was going to say, but the pair of hazel eyes in the back of the 'empty' classroom looked intrigued. Our eyes met, and I wondered who he was. I studied his brown messy hair with a red bandana sitting on top.

"Jessie." I whispered, darting my eyes toward the back of the classroom. She turned around, and her eyes widened.

Standing in the back of the classroom, was a good looking boy, who had curly hair, and beautiful eyes that I could somehow see from the other side of the room.

"Sorry, you really didn't need to hear that." I said before dragging Jessie out of the classroom.

"Who was that?" She asked.

"I don't know."

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At lunch, I usually sat alone with my only three friends in the world. We all pretty much had one thing in common- we stood out. I didn't think of it as a bad thing, and they helped me keep my mind off of other things...

The problem was we never talked about the same thing. While I planned to blow up Blakely, they talked about the next big vampire saga. There was Evelyn, who had long light brown hair, and was probably the smartest and most reasonable out of all of us. There was Jessie, who was a nice beautiful girl, with many problems. She was probably my closest friend. Then there was Matt. Matt was overly complicated at times, but he was always there for us.

It was the average day at Everest, nothing worth explaining. I thought about life and death as I always do. I remember who I killed, and the way I did it. These were the things I thought about everyday, like they replayed in my mind. I couldn't stop, and I couldn't run. Most of all I remembered the feeling it gave me. People always will always forget what they saw, or what happened, but they will never forget the way it made them feel. It's like a knife in your spine, constantly reminding you of the pain, and it stays.

With everything I had, you'd think I'd be happy. You'd think I would be okay. But looks can be deceiving.

I was actually doing better, until he came along.

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The voice was back. Her. The voice that told me what to do, and how to do it. I told it to stop, but it didn't. I felt like it was a constant war between the voice and myself. Constantly telling me to cut, and kill. It wouldn't go away. She wouldn't go away.