*WARNING THIS CHAPTER HAS SELF-HARM, ABUSE, AND SOME SUICIDAL TENDACIES! IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THIS KIND OF CONTENT PLEASE FEEL FREE TO LEAVE AT ANY TIME. THOSE WHO HAVE DECIDED TO STAY YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. 18+ Mature*
I walked home confused as ever. What were they so afraid of? Their was no one else in that alleyway except me and them. They obviously aren't scared of me, so what did scare them? I continued to ask myself these questions when I entered my house. The house was quiet. Never a good sign. I went passed the living room and saw my mother on the floor. I saw some fresh needles and some more bottles of alcohol. I went up to her and checked her pulse. Yep, she was still breathing. I grabbed a trash bag from the kitchen and started to clean up, being extra careful with the needles not to accidentally inject myself.
"Damn mom you really went at it," I say while picking up more needles and bottles. My mom and step-dad work so they can supply with everything but mostly for more drugs. I got a job at a local café a and a job babysitting part-time. I pick my mom up and sat her on the couch and cover her up with a blanket. I then go to my room and lay down on my bed and listened to some music. The song met my empty feeling. I got out a notebook and did all my homework and classwork for tomorrow. At night I don't usually sleep. I do work. My teachers don't know when I do everything they're just glad that I do. That's why I sleep in class. So I work at night, academically and physically, and sleep in school. Its a great system. I did all the work within a hour or two.
I went to the bathroom, locked the door, and ran a bath. I was getting thinner, and my body was becoming more bruised and wounded. I don't care though. The cuts are usually from me, the thinning's on me too, and the bruises come from others. Mostly, cause I don't have the strength or care to beat myself..... If I ever need a little pain it won't be to hard to get it. I stripped and sat in the bathtub. The hot water felt nice as I sank down. It left my skin quite red, but I don't care. It feels nice. I washed my hair and body. I scrubbed my skin till I looked like a lobster. I knew I couldn't scrub that nasty old man's (Aka Step dad.) touch off me. But I could at least try. You can only scrub dirt away, not memories. I should know I've tried it. I heard the front door open and I heard some one stumbling around. I then go under water and hold my breath, hoping that he won't come find me.
"Luna! W-Where a-a-are you?!!! Little b-biotch!!" He came to the bathroom and found the door locked. "Found you l-l-lit-tle b-it-ch!!" I got out of the tub and unlocked the door knowing if I didn't he would bust the door down and I didn't want to have to deal with that. I went back in the tub using the shower curtain so he couldn't see me. Hoping he would just go and leave me alone. Even though I highly doubt he will just leave. He opened the door and stumbled to the bathtub. He moved the curtain and smirked. I had my knees to my chest so he couldn't see anything, yet. He could see most my body except my private parts. My long hair floating in the water. He started taking off his shirt. Before I knew it he was naked and getting in the tub behind me. Their was no point in fighting it. I give up. I'm tired of swimming just to drown in the end.
"Come h-ere!" He said grabbing me and pulling me against him between his legs. I could feel his body heat against me. I hated this man. I hated my life, but their is nothing I can do. He grabbed my arms and moved them. He started to grope me and making me do things to him. tears fell from my eyes. You can fill in what happened after that.
He left me in the bathtub cold and broken. I grabbed my razor and made slit after slit. I didn't care. I felt woozy, so I got out, drained the tub, bandaged myself and passed out on my bed. My last thought before drifting to blackness, "God please don't make me wake up tomorrow.."
Of course I did wake up. Just my luck. I cursed under my breath. I got ready with light blue loose wool sweater and some tights. The sweater covered my ass or else I wouldn't have worn it. I put on some black combat boots and headed to school. I got a call from the café and they told me I needed to come in around 6pm. I thanked the caller for the information and kept walking to school I kept my work uniform in my locker with an extra in my closet. I walked to the bench outside and sat down. I took out my phone and looked at my schedule and added work for 6pm today. I'll probably get off at 3am, so I won't probably be able to get to sleep. I see my phone say 8:05 and walked to to Homeroom.
"Oh shit it's the witches!!" I heard Allison yell and the hallway split like the Red Sea. I'm not even kidding. It was like the queen was walking through. I looked behind me and I saw my friends. I stopped and waited for them. They caught up to me and looked just as confused as me. We walked up to Allison and students pushed themselves against the wall and ran to class.
"What the hell do you mean 'witches'?" Raven asked clearly confused and irritated. Allison seemed to be shaking with fear. She started to shake and tremble. She was genuinely terrified.
"You tell me. You guys are the one with glowing eyes and wind swirling around you. What explains that other then witchcraft?" Allison said trying to hide her fear. Failing, but trying. My friends looked at each other.
"Allison I think you need to go home. Get some sleep and relax. You must have been hallucinating." I said not really understanding her goal with this lie. It didn't make since why she would make up something like this and react to us like this if she didn't believe what she says.
"No! I think you guys are witches and need to leave! Your Satan worshipping i-isn't welcome here!" She said and scurried away and we all looked at each other.
"What the actual fuck?!" Alec said. We all started walking to class still dumbfounded. We split up and went to our different homerooms. I had mine with Max and Blaise. We walked in and the teacher looked nervous. Everyone else looked nervous to. Like one wrong move and they would die.
"Look it's the 'witches'," some popular guy named James said using air quotes around 'witches'. Another class joined ours and that class was the one with Alec and Raven. So all five of us were at the front of the classroom. Everyone was looking at us waiting for something to happen. James and his little clan walked up to us confidently. His friends grabbed us and hit us. I was pushed and hit my head against the wall. It hurt like hell and I could feel blood rushing from the wound. I grabbed the wound and looked at my hand and saw the blood. I stood up wearily and walked toward my friends were roughed up a bit. They group came at us with their fist and in sync we blocked the hit and kicked them in the stomach. And in sync they flew in the air across the room and hit the back wall. All of us looked at each other shocked.
"What the actual fuck?!" Max asked scared/ shocked. We looked at each other scared of our own selves. We started to back up. They got up and looked really angry. They charged at us and I felt something weird explode from my back and I gasped. The wind around me moved and I was suddenly very taller then the rest of the people. I felt something moving, but I was moving it. I can feel my friends move to. My clothes felt different along with my hair to. I could hear the whole classroom gasp and sit in silence. I slowly descended down.
"Guys did we all just fly?!"
