Band-Aids Don't Fix Bullet Holes

Chpt 1: Stuck In Unwanted Reality

Hunter's Pov:
"Hunter, wake up sweetheart. School waits for no one." My said, flipping on the lights to wake me up. I groaned and sat up.

"Yay." I mumbled sarcastically. She rolled her eyes, smiling, and left my room.

Don't get me wrong, I love school. It's just the people in it, specifically Luke Hemmings. I hat- No. I don't hate. Hating is a sin. I strongly dislike him with a burning passion. Yeah, that's it. But at the same time, I have the biggest crush on him. Life is confusing for me.

But I feel as if I am a target, riddled with bullet holes. Luke is the shooter and his insults are the bullets and slowly, but surly I am collapsing. Breaking. Tearing to shreds. Just for his enjoyment.

I rolled out of my cozy black duvet and on to my cold hardwood floor. Ah, the kiss of my unwanted reality.

I quickly searched my drawers for something suitable to wear. I put on my skinny jeans with some black Harley Davidson boots. I stood and stumbled towards my closet for a shirt. I slid on a black tank top and continued searching. Finally I came across my dark brown flannel and smiled. It was long enough to hide my scars and I will be comfy today.

I packed a pair of lightning patterned capris in my gym bag with my black and white cross country Tee. Dislocating my phone from my charger, I shoved it in my back pocket with some black earbuds.

Finally I rushed to the bathroom, checking my black wrist watch on the way. It's 6:35, plenty of time to get to the bus stop at 7:05. After brushing my teeth, I got out my black hairbrush (I love the color black as you can tell.) and combed out my dark brown hair.

My hair is a dark chocolate brown, but at one time I had dyed the underneath of it bright red trying to fit in only to find it was only 'cool' to ombré your hair. The red had faded causing the underneath of my hair to be auburn. It's kind of pretty if you ask me. And after that experience, I've given up trying to fit in with them. It's useless to try.

I quickly went back across the dark hall to my room and grabbed all of my papers that were scattered across my desk and shoved them into a folder. Once my black satchel and gym bag were in my hand, I dashed down stairs and fixed myself some Nutella and marshmallow fluff sandwiches before school. I wolfed one down, wrapped the other two up, and shoved them in my lunch.

"Hunter, time for the bus!" My mom called from another room.

"Bye, I love you!" I called back.

"I love you, too!" She called back. I raced out the door.

On my way to bus, I felt my neck to make sure my necklace was there. It had a dove figure, a jeweled butterfly, my worn house key (which was patterned like blue and white lightning with a purple background), my old fort key, and a cross cut-out. It felt it and smiled. My deceased sister made it for me on my 13th birthday, four years ago. She died two years ago.

"Well if it isn't Mrs. Big words! Got any words of wisdom for us today, you fat pig. I'm actually surprise Adam let's you on this bus. Your so annoying." Luke teased with his friends. Everyone at the bus stop was laughing, which was about 4 people not counting Luke. He's not human.

'Look who's talking! I'm surprised they haven't slung any profanity at me yet.' I thought bitterly.

"I am fat. If you don't like that, don't look at me. I do use big words. If you don't like that, don't listen to me. I don't even know if I'm annoying because I can't have any friends thanks to you Luke. But if you don't like me, don't come near me." I shrug, putting earbuds in and blasting Tenerife Sea by Ed Sheeran. My phone was suddenly yanked out of my hand. I was surprised, Luke never touches my phone.