CHAPTER 1
I woke up to my alarm screaming at me that it was now 6:30 in the morning. I groaned and turned it off. I already know what my day has in store for me….. All my life I have been bullied so much you’d think I'd be used to it now. But the truth is it hurts, I have bipolar disorder. Most of the time i'm in a depressive state. My mom she loves me alot no matter what happens with me, i accidently threw a knife at her because I found out my dad was cheating on her and she acted like it was nothing, the knife was meant to hit my dad but yeah…. I get made fun of because of people knowing my moms background
“Trixy, sweetheart it's time to get up.” my mom peeked into my room.
“Yes ma’am” I forced a smile that i know she can see threw, I know she can see threw it because she's a reaper. She can read people's minds. But i cant im just a reaper but my dad is a shark so…… technacaly im some sort of deep sea creature too.
I got up after my mom left. I looked in my mirror as I look like I haven't slept for a year. I went looking through my closet to see what i wanted to wear. ‘ i could do one of my OC’s out fits……’ i thought to myself looking at my OC titus’s outfit. I decided not to. I grabbed a white bra, cami, and button up. I grabbed my black skinny jeans and black combat boots. This was the first outfit that wasn't my OC’s in a month. I have over twenty OC’s. I got dressed and felt a little happy. But i still knew what would happen today. I grabbed a cross necklace that i got from my grandpas’. I also get made of for that. My mom was adopted into a gay relationship. The way they met her was way crazy. She had murdered someone that killed her original parents. And my grandpa Eric saw her with her scythe. She just bolted when he tried to confront her later on they talked shit out she did a few years in juvie and then they adopted her.
I felt good after getting completely ready. I did my make up to hide that fact that i looked dead. I had winged eyeliner, red eye shadow. I looked hot. And that's coming from a self loathing ass hole like me. Yes I hate myself because everything I do that could cause harm to anyone I don't mean to do. But most people don't see that. My mom sees it but my dad doesn't the main reason is because he's not home 99% of the time. But for my fifteenth birthday he did get my a 76’ shelby mustang GT500, that needed to be fixed up thanks to my mom she helped me fix it. She sounds pretty. I decided to name her Lucifer. Mainly because she's a deep red color.
I heard yelling this wasn't going to be good.
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