Murdered by a saint.

Corruption

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Chapter One

They never really tell you how hard life is do they? Personally I think that's completely unfair.This random notion about life was brought to you by me, JC. Yeah yeah,
don't fucking start, because am pretty sure there's more than one girl in the world with the same name. So yes let me clarify, AM NOT A FUCKING DUDE.

Anyways, like i was saying before, yeah life fucking sucks. I guess that's something a sufficient number of teenagers say but to be honest I don't give a fuck. Its true i know it is, my evidence supporting this terrible fact of life is, well, my life. I'll spare you the cliche teenage angst filled tearjerker, and just say the following words, 'Backstabbing, Injustice, and suicidal depression tendencies.'

Sure, my short life on this planet so far hasn't been all sunshine and roses, but then again there is someone I owe my life dearly to for making it worth living.

I still remember the day I met her.

It was the first day of middle school, grade 6th September 3rd.

I felt my face roughly scrap against the concrete and gravel. A group of small children surrounding me, looming over me. I could feel the warm liquid of red pouring from the freshly made wound on my already tear stained cheek.

"Get up freak! Or better yet, stay down, that way I don't have to look at you." The girl who pushed me said with an evil smirk, her emerald green eyes piercing into the back of my skull. As a was about to pick myself back up I saw her wedged heel wearing foot hovering over my hand, and in the split second I noticed it, she had already stomped it down on top of the back of my palm.

I bit down on my lip hard even when I could feel the Crimson fluid pour into my mouth, and even trickle down to my chin. Anything to keep her from hearing my scream of pain, because I knew people like her, that's exactly what they wanted.

She began to grow more and more agitated, I could tell because she began to grind her heel in harder and deeper. I slammed my eyelids shut as much and possible, desperately trying to bite back the need to scream crawling up at the back of my throat.

"Scream for me bitch! I want to hear you scream!" She yelled down at me. I remained silent until I heard her.

"Owe! Fuck!" I felt the pressure on the top of my hand disappear, and wasted to time in grabbing it with my other hand. Trying to soothe the throbbing pain still residing in it.

"Which one of you scratched me?!" I heard her scream, turing my head to look at her. Quickly I got up to my feet and ran, I ran up until I couldn't feel my feet or legs anymore. I ran until I reached the woods, somewhat close by.

Finally stopping, By leaning up against a tree. Slowly sliding down it until my butt touched the ground, I breathed out roughly. Watching The puffs of smoke like air leave my mouth, I leaned my head back against the bark, feeling it scrap against my scalp. Not caring about how it hurt, I slowly began to relax and closed my eyes. Trying desperately to dream of a better place, until I heard it.

I snapped my head up and quickly jumped to my feet, causing me to become a bit dizzy from the exhaustion from the long run.

I managed to hold myself up, using the tree behind me for support. "Who are you? What the fuck do you want!" I screamed out.

I darted my eyes back and forth, trying to find something to defend myself with. I slightly grinned when I spotted a large stone that could do some serious damage if it were to say, be repeatedly smashed against a skull.