Blood…thick…red blood. It flows down my arm as tears roll down my cheeks. I think back to how they treated me, how they tormented me with words, and how they hurt my mind and my body. The bruises on my back still ached and my black eye stung as I cried. My blood dripped onto my lap from my elbows. 'Farwell to all you bastards' I thought as I felt lightheaded. I let the blade slip out of my hand and fall to the tiled floor of my bathroom. As if on cue, dad walked into the bathroom and saw me. Dad tied a towel over the wound, bolted across the house as he cursed and grabbed his cell phone on the counter in the kitchen to call an ambulance.
'What's the point in living?' I kept asking myself because all I do is just get hurt and tormented by others.
My name is Chelsea O'Hara and what just happened is pretty obvious. I was trying to kill myself and my family saved me even though I didn't want to be saved. The reason why I tried was because I was sick of being made fun of, having rocks thrown at me, and everything else that's been going on. I'm a depressed fifteen-year-old with long black hair, dark brown eyes, glasses and pale skin. I was so pale because I was always indoors, mostly hiding from everyone that I knew would hurt me in some way. I tried to force a smile on my face when my family was around but inside, I was constantly crying and begging for the sweet release called death.
I opened my eyes in the darkness, 'am I dead?' I thought. I glanced down at my naked, scarred body and hugged my knees to try to cover myself.
"Look at her, what a freak!" an echoed voice yelled.
"Yeah, such a four-eyes!" another voice called.
There was a roar of laughter with some chanting 'freak' and 'four-eyes'. I silently cried as I cold blades cut into my back and stabbing me everywhere. I screaming and wailed from the pain for (what felt) like hours.
"No one will love you!"
"Die, you little bitch!"
"No one will even notice that you're gone!" The things they yelled were hurtful and said like they truly meant it. I dared to glance up to see a red-headed boy with red eyes and fangs. His lips were pulled back with a growl as his hand tightened around the handle of a pistol and he pointed it to my head. I didn't bother to run or move as he pulled the trigger, sending blood and pieces of brain onto the floor of the darkness.
I opened my eyes, waking up from the nightmare. I didn't wake up with a start because I had that nightmare every night since I moved to this state. I looked around calmly to realize that I was in a hospital and my arms were strapped down to prevent me from killing myself. There was a needle in my arm that led to a bag of blood. I couldn't tell if I was bored, tired, or just empty inside as I lay on the bed. My chest rose and fell silently as I kept my eyes locked on the window.
'Damn…I was so close…if dad hadn't found me; I'd already be out there with the birds' I thought.
"Ms. O'Hara, you have visitors" a nurse poked her head through the doorway. I was silent as I glanced at her and back to the window.
"Hey, honey" I heard dad's voice.
"Hi, Chelsea" Danny, my eight-year old brother, ran from the door to the bed to hug me.
"Hey, guys, how's it going?" I smiled.
"Billy Carter tried to beat me up at school today!" Danny frowned.
"Oh, did you fight him?" I asked as he shook his head.
"No, I just walked away and told a teacher."
"You're such a good boy, I'm almost jealous" I softly laughed.
"Hey, um, Danny, why don't you go into the waiting room with mommy? Chelsea and I have to talk for a minute." Dad asked.
"Okay…bye, Chelsea!" Danny grinned and left.
It was silent for a moment so we knew Danny was far enough to not hear us.
"Why?" I started.
"Excuse me?" he was confused.
I turned my head to look at him with tears, "Why did you save me?"
"I had to, Chelsea, you're my daughter" he replied.
"So you only save me because you had to? You didn't save me because you loved me and didn't want me to die! You just had to because you're my dad!" I yelled.
"What, no, Chelsea-"
"Get out" I said but he asked "What" again as he stepped closer. "GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT!" I screamed at him as I struggled against the straps.
He stood there for a moment; there wasn't a sign of fear or anger on his face.
"You know what? I feel sorry for you, not only did you try suicide; you can't even have me around without screaming at me! But one thing I never regretted in my whole life was saving you but you don't even care" he softly shook his head with a frown.
"That's because I didn't want to be saved!" I barked.
"How about I come back after you think over your life and come up with a solid answer for why you tried to kill yourself?" he turned to walked to the door and left when he finished talking.
I laid back and turned my head away from the door, crying. I cried so much that I cried myself back to sleep.
Later, I woke up from to the sound of several guns firing! I sat up as I felt small vibrations travel from the floor to the bed. I gasped and struggled against the straps, desperately trying to get free. Then, a nurse rushed in, trying to un-strap me so I could get somewhere safe.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"They're coming!" she cried before her chest sprayed blood as a gun shot sounded. I screamed as the body fell limp on the floor.
At the doorway, there was a man with a black hat pulled over his face and he held a shotgun! He walked toward me, cocking the gun, "What's you're name?" he asked, ready to shoot.
"Ch-Chelsea O'Hara" I stuttered a little.
He lowered the gun with a smirk and snatched his walkie-talkie.
"I found her, everyone back to base, I'll be there soon." he said when he pressed a button.
He rested the gun near my legs to try to un-strap me and slid the needle out of my arm carefully.
"What's going on?" I asked, scared.
"I'll explain when we get to the van, just come with us or I'll blow your brains out" he threatened as he freed my hands.
In a flash, I grabbed the shotgun and pointed it at him.
"Come on, kid, I know a girl like you wouldn't kill a man" he chucked.
"Y-you don't know me or what I'm c-capable of" I backed away to the door.
"Give him the gun, girlie" a deep voice said behind me as I felt a barrel of a gun poke my back.
I sighed and tossed it to the man near the bed before the man behind me quickly tied my hands together in front of me. He led me down the halls with the other one behind me. I walked for a few minutes until I had a tremendous migraine! I fell to my knees with my hands covering my forehead. I tried to hold back a scream but I still cried out. Also, during the headache, I saw a dark skinned boy with blonde hair, gold eyes, and webbed hands. I heard him say "Come out, now" in a demanding voice but it was like I could only hear him in my mind. Then, the next thing I knew, I was outside and a pistol was pressed against my temple.
"Come any closer and I'll kill her" he yelled.
"Yes, please do" I said.
About twenty feet away, I saw five teens, ready to fight.
"Now, I'm going to the van, if anyone of you tries to stop me, the girl's brains will be splattered all over the parking lot!" he started walking as the others backed away.
When we reached the van, he threw me into the back and slammed the doors shut. I waited for him to get into the driver's seat but he didn't even open the door. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I heard a scream outside. Silence soon followed until the back doors of the van were opened. It was the dark skinned boy from my vision and he said with a demanding voice, "Come out, now".
Scared, I just backed away as he reached out his webbed hand.
"I'm not going to hurt you" he assured.
"That's what they all say…before they throw rocks at me!" I cried.
"What's the hold-up?" a young voice called.
"Just trust us" the teen added.
I started to reach out for his hand with hesitation but I still took his hand and stepped out of the back of the van. Sunlight lit up my bloody face and made my tears shine slightly. I saw the four other teens walking in our direction. I stepped back, wanting to hide like I usually did.
"I suggest we head back to base, the police will take care of the criminals" the black teen said when he noticed my reaction.
Then, a large red and black ship appeared in the parking lot as the others started walking toward it. I stayed where I was, thinking over my options.
"Hey, are you coming?" the redhead of the group asked when he sped over to me.
His super speed caught me by surprise so I took another step back. I starred into his green eyes, still a bit frightened and unwilling to trust anyone. Only one thing was clear, nothing would be the same after today.