Okay, a brief rundown about me: my name is Mariah, I'm 17, and I am currently in a tree. YEAH, YOU HEARD ME. A TREE. I pretty much live up here. I even keep my guitar, my notebook, and my valuables out here.
I'm supposed to be leaving for school right about now, but NOPE. I will go play soccer, but as soon as the whistle blows, I'm gone. I attend Lankford University for the Mentally Challenged, even though I have a higher IQ than any of the kids put together.
My foster dad and mom don't care about me, or about my education, for that matter. They both abuse me and pretty much are aiming to kill me.
I am currently playing the guitar that my brother gave me before he left. I love design on it. It's black and grey checked with a flaming dragon flying through the center.
I have been working on a song that I'm going to sing at the end of the school year. Even though no one up there cares, I'm still going to play it. They won't stop me.
I'm in love with Black Veil Brides. They have helped me through some pretty bad shit, and I'm so fucking grateful for that.
"Hey, retard!!" Kevin yelled over at me.
You can talk, you study at a school for retarded kids.
"What the fuck do you want?" I wrote on a piece of paper and let it float down. I am beginning to get very irritated with this asshole.
"Why don't you finally make the world a better place and fucking drag the blade you use a little deeper and kill yourself?!" He shouted.
I just ignored that statement, because if I didn't, he would probably be a puddle of ugly on the floor.
I felt a tug on my ankle and I went hurdling towards the ground.
I was up really high, so I had time to adjust myself so I wouldn't end up dying.
With my luck, I landed on a patch of very sharp rocks. And, to their amusement, a few of the rocks stabbed me.
I reached down to my side and felt warm blood coming out of my side. Their was only one rock ridged in between two ribs, luckily.
I winced in pain as I pulled the rock out and threw it to the ground. I took the hoodie I was wearing off and wrapped it around my middle to try and stop the bleeding.
I heard them laughing as they walked into the soccer field. I carefully climbed back into my tree and stored my guitar back in the ridges of the tree.
I walked up to the school and headed in the direction of the music teachers room.
I knocked on the door, seeing as how there was honor choir going on, and she came to the door and let me in.
I immediately went to the back room and shut the door. It was a sound proof room so no one could hear anything I was doing in here.
I thought about pulling out the schools acoustic, but I decided against it and got the electric one and the amp.
I plugged in the amp to the guitar and strummed to see if it was still in tune. Yep, still tuned. Everyone at this school was to lazy to learn anything about music, so I'm the only one that plays the guitar.
I started playing Knives and Pens by Black Veil Brides and I sang along.
I had a brilliant idea. I went and got the student video camera from the photography room and set it up to record.
The camera started to record and I spoke.
"Hey, my name is Mariah, and I'm gonna do a cover of Knives and Pens by Black Veil Brides. Hope you enjoy!" and I started to play.
"Alone at last we can sin and fight. I've lost all faith in this blurring line. Stay right here we can change our plight. Storm right through this despite what's right. One final fight for this tonight. Woah oh oh oh. With Knives and Pens, we made our plight. Lay your hearts down, the ends in sight. Conscience begs for you to do what's right. Everyday it's still the same dull knive. Stabbing through to justify your pride. One final fight for this tonight. Woah oh oh oh. With Knives and Pens, we made out plight. Woah oh oh oh. And I can't go on without your love you lost you never held on. We tried our best, turn out the light. Turn out the light."
After I finished, I put the video on YouTube and put everything away.
I decided I was done for the day, so I started heading out the door, when Mrs. Bruner stopped me.
"Hey, are you okay? You seem very seclusive." She asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.
I nodded and walked out of the room. I walked out to my house and went inside. My dad was in the kitchen and my mom was in the bedroom.
"Hey, freak, come here." My dad demanded.
I continued to walk down the hall and flipping him off as I went.
"HEY I SAID COME HERE, FREAK!!" He yelled at me. He started following me to my room and trying to grab me.
I tried to shut my door without him getting in, but he just rammed the door and I fell back.
"THOUGHT YOU COULD GET AWAY FROM US, HUH?!" my mom screeched.
Oh, great, a full on beating!! JUST WHAT I ALWAYS WANTED.
My dad started to kick me and my mom pulled out a pocketknife and started to cut off my sleeves.
I screamed as loud as I could before an alcohol drenched hand over my mouth.
"Shut the fuck up, mutant!!" my mom spat at me.
She started cutting my shoulders and my upper arms. My dad was sitting on my legs, holding me down so I couldn't get away.
I started to lose conscientiousness as my dad got up and started kicking me in the head. I felt sharp, stinging pains on my abdomen and on my chest.
And that's when I passed out.
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Herrowww!! I'm sorry but I can't just write only one thing at once, because it drives me crazy. If I just come up blank with one story, I'll just think on the other. Le picture to the side is me and my brother. ISN'T MY BROTHER JUST FRUKING ADORABLE?! Thanks for reading!! I promise I'll update soon, I feel like this story is gonna actually get somewhere. 😊😊
