Chapter 1: Stab
Neliah Redburn quickly sat on a bench nearby, sweating from her long morning jog. An old-man sprawled on the bench parallel to hers and Nelly noticed him wearing a thick furry coat. What the actual f*ck?
She knew he was suffering from the summer heat as she observed sweat glistening on his forehead. Letting out a huge sigh, she pondered on the oddity of this world. It isn't normal. At all. She learnt that although she cannot trust this world, she would have to accept how it is. Nelly knew she had to stay strong after the traumatic event that happened back in Los Angeles.
The exhausted girl inhaled deeply and took in the beautiful and tranquil surroundings. Flapping her hand in front of her face to produce some breeze, Nelly started to meditate and began to dream on random things.
"Hey, baby!" She heard a familiar voice to her right and found it harder to breathe all of a sudden. A drop of sweat slid down her back.
She stood up and raked her hand through her wavy brown hair, "Ross? What are you doing here?"
"Here to see my girlfriend. Do you have a problem with that?" She could hear the cheeriness embedded in his voice. Ross walked towards her and pecked her soft lips lightly. God, he was so fine!
Nelly's eyebrows furrowed as she was taken aback by this current situation, "What are you on about? Ross, you broke up with me."
"I've no idea what you're talking about. Silly Nilly!" She smiled at the phrases he usually makes up from her name. But, she shook her head and studied his face. Her gaze paused at his lips however she instantly dismissed the thought.
"You're kidding me, right? You dumped me because I 'ruined' your reputation after spewing my guts out on live TV! In America. Live! You literally broke my heart."
He just chuckled and dipped his head down to kiss her frown but she propelled her hands on his chest to stop him. Nelly and Ross glanced at each other - confusion clearly etched on their faces.
She felt paralyzed at this moment as Ross put on his boyish, magnificent grin. It actually scared her because it started to morph into something sinister-like. Her eyes widened as he brought out a sharp scalpel which surprisingly fit into his pockets and didn't manage to poke out of his jeans.
"Baby..." said he, cupping his girlfriend's face in his left hand. "I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream."
Suddenly, Ross slices across her lower abdomen and starts to stab her repeatedly through her thick muscles. Emphasizing every syllable he yells, "Wake up! Wake up, you dumb motherf*cking dipshit!"
Nelly instantly opened her eyes from her sleep and saw her brother crushing her back with a memory foam pillow. She struggled to rise up as Robbie hits her harder this time, "Wake up!"
"I'm up, you fucking asshole! Stop. Hitting. Me!"
"Oh good, it's 6:30. So, I sugg-"
"WHAT?! 6:30?! I will kill you now!" She jerked up and tried to attack him but resulted in falling on the floor in agony. Her older brother's chortle boosted her to get up and MAN UP. This is what she had to deal with every day of her life.
By the time she was up, Robbie managed to escape from her devil self. She began to grumble. Nelly was one of the people who couldn't sleep straight after something wakes them up. It was like a curse for her to be a light sleeper. Her brother doesn't even help either; every few weeks Robbie always wakes her up extra early for his pleasure. Some lucky girl I am, she thought.
She grabbed her thick-rimmed glasses that was sitting on her wooden desk and slid it through her hair slowly. As it sat on her nose, she stared at herself in the mirror. She groaned at the sight of her frizzy hair and pale skin. Today was the first day of Sixth Form for her. She ambled to her bed and sat silently, hoping she would change today. She loathed herself on account of the fact that she lacked confidence. Her self-esteem.
