Yay! New Fanfic! If you guys thought my last Spidey ff was sad... well... you are in for a treat...
My name is Hazel Lily-Rose Willows. And I see things. No, you little twit, not dead people, I see auras. And I promise you, I wont turn out to be dead by the end of this.
That was a joke. Hahah... Nevermind.
That's not the only thing I can do though. Other than being labeled as a 'crazy depressed bitch', I've kinda got this whole telekinetic thing going on. Maybe that's what makes me so cruel. Or maybe it's the fact my life isn't so peachy-keen as your normal households. I don't really want to get into that now..
And back to my super power! I guess as I walk down the halls of Midtown High, a youthful senior, blocking out the rest of my world with my headphones of 'Fall Out Boy' echoing into my ears, that it's my way of turning things off. I always try to tell myself that I'm bitter because of what I hear in people's heads. I don't try to, it just slips sometimes, and at the worst points too. That's why I can't make friends. And trust me, making friends would be one of the top things on my list. The closest things to friends I have is my multitude of plants, cats, and beta fish. I talk to them, and they like me. So there you go. Closest thing to friends I have is a rose-bush and a cat.
Now hold the train for a minute here; I know what you're thinking. I'm not crazy. Well... I am, but my doctors don't know that anymore. I guess what I'm saying is that no one else has been cut in a few months. I have not been in the hospital for a month, and all the guns have been taken out of my house. Everything's chill.
That's a complete lie.
"Mrs. Willows, get to class." Some teacher I guess I had over the past four years spoke to me as I leaned against a wall, closing my eyes.
"What?" I pulled out on of my blaring ear buds out, "Oh, yeah, sure," I nodded, speaking quietly and moving my way to my chemistry class.
Taking a seat in a stool at a science table, I took my curly black hair in my hands, wrapping it together and a tight but messy bun. My hair was horribly long, it was getting hard to take care of. Sighing, I leaned forward, zipping up my light red sweatshirt half way, still able to see my Black Keys t-shirt. My deep blue eyes looked at the board and winced. I was too far. Damn.
The bell rang-I could hear it through my music for once. Feeling someone sit next to me, I turned down my music, in hopes to have someone speak to me maybe.
I usually try to lock myself out from the rest. I really go out of my way to stay the silent wallflower. Right down to my clothes. Stylish enough to not get made fun of, boring enough not to get anyone's attention. It's as simple as that.
The bell rings a last time and class begins. I peek out of the corner of my eye to see someone new sitting next to me. Well, actually, he's not new to the school, but to this class he is! I think he name is Peter... he's the only one who's got my pity. He lost his uncle and his parents. Not to mention he gets the shit kicked out of him everyday. I mean, his life sounds like a walk in the park to me, but I know for him it must be tough.
"Hey," He speaks, catching me off guard, "Can I borrow a pencil...?"
I turn my head to fully look at him, and I almost have a heart attack. No, calm down, it wasn't because of his cute-boy looks, shush about that, I don't like talking about that. It was that I saw his aura. It was the purest, most whole thing I have ever seen. Like Peter was so... human. It just looked at him stangly. My eyes were wide and my mouth gaped open.
"Oh, uh... forget about it..." He swallowed and faced forward stiffly while I still looked at him.
Slowly, I drew my hand out of my bag and set a handful of pencils before him, my mouth and eyes still wide, "Keep them," I squeaked.
"Th-thanks..." He swapped them forward and into his bag, keeping one out for class.
Oh my god what did I do this time?!
My head throbbed slightly as I heard his internal comment. I had to try to stop myself from telling him he did nothing wrong. Instead I swallowed and turned forward, looking at the board and trying to get over the fact I had seen the most amazing thing ever.
XXxxXX
Riding silently on the bus home, my head leaning on the window. I tuned out my rummaging thoughts as best I could as I put in music to Paramore. I squinted at the sun shining down through the window on to my pale-as-fuck skin and eyes.
Hazel looks so hot today. I should just say something.
I snapped my head around to see someone staring at me.
"Fuck off," I stuck up my middle finger to the person who held the thought.
I hated it when the rare occasion of someone hitting on my happened. There had been a few people who disregard the rumors at school and still find my to be attractive. I don't see it, I would never date me. I honestly find myself repulsive..
I turned away, leaning against the window again as my finger trailed up to play with my four necklaces. Two of which were my parents, two were mine. My father's cross dug into my palm, my mother's paper-airplane snaked between my fingers. My flower locket had been held the tightest with my crystal wrapped with a silver snake was looked at by me closely.
I don't know why I hold snakes so close to me. They freak me the fuck out. I guess it was because of that one time one bit me, and I had to go to the hospital, it brought my mom, my dad and me all together and we didn't fight. Every other time I see a snake, they seem to bring me good luck. I hate them, but they do nice things for me. So, I guess I appreciate them a bit...
Sighing as the bus stopped before my house, I got up to walk into the brisk September air. Taking a look around the other trashed yards, the creepy SUVs passing by, and shingles lying in driveways, I sigh, walking up my creaking wooden footsteps.
This neighborhood was trash, it was gross, violent, and you could smell the pot a mile away. It was the most disgusting place I have ever lived, and I've lived in many places. I push my way through the door. All this shit here was taking up to much space. I ran up the stairs before any one could notice I was home and shut my bedroom door shut behind me. I looked around and smiled, "Hi there, Frodo." Bending down to pet my brown cat, I smiled, "Sam, Legolas." I went to my two small fish bowls and smiled. The blue and red betas looking at up to me as I fed there separate bowls.
After spending a good fifteen minutes feeding, cleaning, and watering, I sat down on my bed and started my homework. I do care some..
I peaked at my bedside clock, seven fifty, it read. I sighed to myself when I jumped at the sound of my door being pounded on.
"Hazel! Open the fucking door!" My uncle's loud and angry drunk voice seeped through the walls.
"I-it's o-open," My voice trembled, as I gripped my blankets tightly. The man burst in, his tall but middle-aged outline showing. His face showed complete anger and I felt my fear rippling from my skin. My own cat hid under the bed.
"Where is your wallet?" He got up to the edge of my bed and stared down at me, "Where is it?!" He shouted.
My hand shook and went into my nightstand dresser, my eyes staying on my uncle Joe, handing him the thin wallet, he took only seconds to pour everything on to my bed to not find what he was looking for, "Where is your money, Hazel!?" He gripped my by my wrists, dragging my off my bed and pressed against a wall, "WHERE IS THE FUCKING MONEY!?"
"I-I don't have any, Auntie Jen took all of it yesterday," My tears strayed at the edge of my eyelids as my eyes avoided his. I knew my aunt probably lost it all in gambling like she did every week. Her gambling addiction had gotten so bad to the point of her selling an extra kidney on the black market. No, that was a lie, but I could see her doing that sometime soon. She sold her car for gambling money though..
"YOU LIAR!" He shouted right up to my face. His grip tightened on my fragile wrists, the bruises already starting to form, "WHERE IS YOUR MONEY!?"
"I-in my drawer, along the end. There's about one hundred." I cried. That was my money to get away from here. When I turned eighteen, I was gonna bolt out of this place. My plan was to go someplace far away. I was going to move to Wisconsin... or Iowa. But now that was gone. That wouldn't happen.
My uncle throws me down on to the ground, "Stay!" He shouts like I'm a dog. He soon had his money. I knew exactly what he was going to do with it. He was an addict, but to something far worse than gambling. He was high or drunk all the time. I could smell the alcohol off his breath now though. He was probably out of coke or something. But I couldn't think straight anymore when he came back to me and looked down, shoving my cash into his back pocket.
1, 2, 3, soon became eight. I was left clutching my stomach, crying on the floor. Every part of my had been assaulted. My uncle just walked away, leaving me to be by myself.
For an hour, I was in the same spot, trying to let the pain go away at least a bit. Once I could stand up, I sniffed and forced my tears away. I stood in front of my body mirror. Looking at myself, my sweatshirt off, my jeans replaced by short shorts, I looks at al my bruises, burns, and lastly, cuts. Fifty percent of the damage done to my body was from me.
I looked at my damaged, skinny as hell body. I couldn't eat. I wasn't anorexic, I just wasn't aloud to eat food at home. Somedays I had money at school for lunch to get food, but most of the time I went days without eating.
My mom used to call me beautiful. My hair was long, curly. My blue eyes used to shine bright and be full of life. I look at myself now and my dull orbs for eyes, my pale skin, my wretched body, and my layered black and slightly curly hair just shows the things my aunt would say is right.
"Don't," I mutter, looking down at my tattooed wrist saying the same thing. It was too late. When I opened my eyes again, crimson trickled to the floor under my feet. I didn't cry, I didn't wallow, I just stood there, accepting who I was, and I coped with it the only way I knew how.
This was my life. I adapted, but I hated it. Everyone's got their own dirty laundry, mine is just covered in blood and depression.
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