OK, just let me introduce myself before I go into details, my name is Katy Blue, I have extremely pale skin, blood red eyes, and black hair that's blacker then any normal black. Don't judge me, I was born this way! Anyway, my stupid parents are having some stupid friends over for dinner tonight, so they've forced me into a hideous pink dress and forced my hair into a set of pigtails! Fucking pricks!
"You look like a little princess, sweetie!" My mom tells me as she makes me look in the mirror. At that very sentence I can't help but gag. God, I look like a faggy little lesbian! Was that the doorbell!? God dammit they're here! I don't have time to force this damn outfit off and burn it! My mom pushes me downstairs and makes me take a seat at the table for dinner as my dad lets in the family they invited. Oh god, that Charlie kid is here in my house! God I hate him. He was expelled from school for sexually harassing some girls. I swear to god, if he tries anything on me, I'll jam a fork in his eye, that I swear. We're about five minutes into dinner when my dad brings up a conversation about motorcycles while Charlie's stupid mom just stares at me.
"Jaina, is that girl of yours OK? She looks sick.
"No." My mom answers. "She uh… She was born looking like that."
"Well she sure is adorable." Charlie's mom said as she reached over and patted my hair.
"I will bite all of those fingers off!" I whisper sharply. The stupid woman jerks her hand back in shock.
"She doesn't mean it!" My mom said, laughing nervously. At that moment I remembered that Charlie was sitting right next to me! How did I remember you ask? Cause I felt the pervert's hand on my crotch! You know what I did? You guessed it! I grabbed my fork and slammed it right into his god damn eye!
5 MINUTES LATER.
I couldn't help but watch in amusement as Charlie's parents pulled him out of the house. The fucking pervert was screaming bloody murder and trying desperately to pull the fork from his eye. The door closed and my dad rounded on me. God he looked pissed.
"Room. NOW!"
"No." I tell him shortly. "He deserved it." You know what my dad did? HE FUCKING SLAPPED ME! RIGHT IN THE FACE! I swear I saw stars for a few seconds, and the next thing I knew I was on the ground looking up at him.
"Go to your room and don't come out for the rest of the night!" I just stood up and ran to my room, slamming the door and locking it. I just slid down the door. I didn't want to cry, but I just couldn't stop the tears from flooding out of my eyes. I cried myself to sleep, only to wake up a few hours later. It was dark out. I glanced at the clock, 3:30 in the morning. I just stood up shakily and pulled the dress off, also undoing my ponytails. I walked over to my dresser and pulled on my normal black shirt , black shoes, and black pants. I also pulled on my blood red winter coat. I couldn't do this anymore. My parents thought I was a mistake! I heard them talking about that a few days ago. They were trying relentlessly to make me into something I'm not! They wanted me to be their idea of a perfect little girl! My dad had gone too far! If they didn't want me to be who I am, then guess what? They don't get a fucking daughter at all! I grabbed my backpack from a corner in my room, and stuffed some blankets into it, before grabbing a small urn off of my shelf. This urn held the remains of my dog Jack. He was a good dog, always attacking random people for my amusement. I stuffed the urn into my backpack along with a small pillow. I even shoved some spare clothes into my backpack before dragging it out of my bedroom and into the kitchen. I grabbed some bottles off water and some canned foods before finally making my way outside. God it was freezing! I thought of just going back up to my bed, but I killed that thought quickly. I wasn't coming back. Ever! I don't care that I could literally see my breath turning into ice! I just dragged my backpack into the forest that sat at the edge of town, never looking back.