Somewhere in Neverland

Chapter 1: Welcome to my hell

Chapter 1

These hallways seem so empty and desolate. They’ve been like this since he left me. The ghosts in the walls torment me with memories of a time where I was actually happy. Now, well, all I appear to be is an empty shell with a cold heart. Every time I see him with other girls and happy with them I seem to grow colder and more distanced from reality. I draw into my own space of mind where I wallow in self pity. Conceited. I know. I wonder aimlessly at lunchtimes, desperate for someone to ask if I’m okay or just for someone to even talk to me but I know that won’t happen. Yet I still hope.

Sam stands there like he’s the bloody king of the school and to some, he is. However, for me, he’s that jerk who thinks he’s better than everyone else just because he popular and has good looks. I watch as he reaches out to grab a boy who is walking past him and I quietly gasp as Sam slams him into the lockers. I never knew he was this violent. My love for him blinded all reasoning that was telling me not to date the bad boy with the devilish looks. That’s all Sam is to me know. A personal devil stuck like thorns in a hell that should be my home.

I continue to walk pass Sam with my head down and shoulders slumped, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible but how can I be when everyone in this school knows who I am because of what Sam did. I can tell you, it’s not.

Within the next few moments I am mocked with ‘I love you’s and I get physically harassed by all of the jocks on Sam’s football team. I know that Sam would have told all the guys all of my secrets as soon as he had the chance, especially telling them that I gave him all of me. He would have made sure that my life is a living hell and made sure that every little detail can be used against me for his own selfish gain.

Like I told you, he’s a jerk.

I feel my eyes start to tear up and I ran to my locker, slamming it open with blurry eyes. I quickly grabbed my books and my bag and bolded for the door. I ripped across the carpark to my truck and hurriedly got in, starting the ignition. I drove off. The floodgates opened as I drove down the highway. This is how every single day has been for the past two months, me living in my own misery. Not that my parents care or anything. To them I’m just a pale girl who doesn’t really exist. They try their best to ignore me but when it comes to my sister they play happy family.

They do everything for that brat. She gets the best clothes, an allowance, a car, a luxurious bedroom, pets, anything she wants really but when it comes to me the only thing I get is trouble.

“Hayley you’re so lazy. Clean up Lea’s mess”

“Hayley go and clean out your sisters cats litter box”

“Hayley you’re so retarded. Go and cook us dinner”

Yep. It’s basically hell. So, my dear reader... Welcome to my hell where I have my own personal devil and demons that I will never be rid of. Read on. I dare you.