I sat in the car, on my way to our possible new home. I was listening to Nirvana but pretended it was a pathetic pop song. I looked at my sister; she is what other people call 'alternative'. Her name is Violet and she is one year older then I am, she's seventeen. I know she's my 'big sister' and all that, but honestly I think she's pathetic and weak. After my mother caught our father cheating with one of his students, she started cutting herself because her life was so hard. Boo Hoo bitch, I went trough the same shit but you don't see me wasting my body. People, even my parents and Violet, think I'm the normal one of the family, the one with no problems. They are so wrong. I like creepy things and I like to see other people bleed. I'm not afraid of anything and I often dream about killing people, just to see if I could get away with it. I have anger issues but I can't let them out because I have to act like a princes.
Vivian and Ben, I don't ever call them mom and dad, started talking and pointing at thing. I didn't listen but just smiled and nodded. After about twenty minutes Ben pulled up to a beautiful old Victorian mansion. I don't know how we are ever going to afford this but I just go along with it. I switched my music of and got out of the car. I stood next to an uninterested Violet and smiled. She hates it here but I don't care, I love it. We all walked to the front door and Ben rang the doorbell. "I love it. Don't you love it? I mean it looks even better then it did online." he said, trying to lighten the mood. "I love it dad." I told him, smiling a believable, fake smile. I looked at Vivian and she sighed, "Yeah, it's interesting." Violet groaned, "Great. So were the Addams family now." Ben and Vi started talking to each other but I wasn't interested.
Then the door opened and a realtor was standing in the opening. She was looking at us with pity in her eyes, which I think is kind of strange. "Welcome" She said, she then told us some things about the history of this place. "As you can see, the previous owners really loved this place like a child. They restored everything." She told us. "Gay?" Vivian asked. "What do you think?" Realtor lady smirked at us
She then continued telling us boring information only old people like to hear. Mom sat her dog down and it quickly ran away. She looked at Violet to ask her to find the dog, but then looked at me. "Allison, honey, would you go see where Haley went?" she asked me. I smiled a fake smile and nodded at her. "Thank you princes." She called after me. I cringed at the nickname people like to call me.
Haley, or Mutt as I like to call her, was yapping at the door what I expect leads to the basement. Mutt ran away again but I wanted to look downstairs. When I opened the door it creaked, just like you expect a hundred year old door to do. I walked down the stairs and looked around, it was big and dark. I love it. It's creepy but inviting at the same time. After a while I walked up the stairs again and closed the noisy door, not wanting someone else go in my privet place. I walked back to my 'family' in a room, which could be used as music room. The first thing I heard when I joined the group again, was the realtor lady talking. "Speaking of the last owners, full disclosure requires that I tell you what happened to them." She said with a serious voice. Now my interest was definitely sharpened. "Oh, God… They didn't die in here or anything, did they?" Vivian asked, getting a bit nerves. "Yes, actually, both of them. Murder-suicide. I sold them the house, too. They were just the sweetest couple. You never know, I guess." The realtor lady told us. Oh yeas, definitely interested. More uninteresting money talk. I decided to walk around again but stopped when I heard something interesting. "Where did it happen." That was Vivian talking again, her annoying voice filling the room. "The basement." The woman told us. "We'll take it." Violet said with confident in her voice. I smirked and walked away.
A couple of days later, the movers dropped our stuff at the house. I choose my room; it's purple with dark curtains and two large windows. I knew it was my room the minute I saw it. At first Violet wanted the room, but I can be very persuasive. I explored a good part of the house and I absolutely love it, we even have a maid named Moira. But all good things come to an end and today, school starts again. Violet and I walked over the school ground towards the entrance. Violet was, of course, smoking. "Those things are gonna kill ya." I told her smirking. She rolled her eyes and looked at me. "It's better then living in this shit hole." She told me and I shrugged.
We walked past the, what I guess, 'popular girls'. They were talking about coke and getting high. Me, dressed like slut because that's what people expect from me, got a nod from them so I nodded back. The leader, the Coke Whore, smiled at me. But her smile dropped when she saw Violet smoking. She stormed after us and started yelling at Violet. "Hey! Student council passed a rule against smoking in public places." She said. Another Crack Head spoke up, "Secondhand smoke kills." I knew where this was going so I spoke up. "Were new, she didn't know." I told them and nudged my sister. She sighed, dropped the cigarette and crushed it. But of course, this wasn't good either. "What the hell is wrong with you? People sit here, they eat here." The Coke Whore screamed in our faces. Violet clearly had enough because she stated screaming too, "You don't know me. Why are you doing this?"
The Crack Head started explaining something about a grandmother or something, it was kind of boring. "Eat it... eat it or I'm gonna kick the shit out of you." Coke Whore, who I now know is named Leah, screamed at my sister. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." I told her, getting angry. Violet might be pathetic, but she's still my sister. Violet looked at me surprised, she never saw me angry before. "Or What? What are you going to do?" Leah asked me, getting closer to me. "You don't want to find out." I gritted trough my teeth. When I'm angry, I get this dark glint in my blue eyes. I think Leah saw it because she quickly took a step back.
"I still want her to eat it" Leah said, being a stubborn little brat. One of her 'friends' sighed, "C'mon Leah, seriously, she's like twelve." She told her. 'More like seventeen' I thought, but decided to keep my mouth shut this time. Leah tried to force the cigarette into Vi's mouth, but Violet spit in her face. Leah quickly let go and Violet and I turned around and walked away in the school, we could still hear Leah scream, "You are dead! You are so dead!"
When Violet and I got home, She ran upstairs in the bathroom, probably to cut herself. Because Boo Hoo, she had such a bad day. I walked past Ben's office but stopped at the doorpost and sat down. I love listening to the stories some of these people tell Ben. I heard him and some boy talking about a dream he had. "Do you target people who have been mean to you or unkind?" Ben asked the boy in his serious business voice. "I kill people I like." The boy said. He stopped for a moment, lost in thought, and then started talking again. "Some of them beg for their life. I don't feel sad. I don't feel anything. It's a filthy world we live in. It's a filthy goddamn helpless world, and honestly, I feel like I'm helping to take them away from the shit and the piss and the vomit that run in the streets. I'm helping to take them somewhere clean and kind. There's something about all that blood, man. I drown in it. The Indians believed that blood holds all the bad spirits, and once a month they would cut themselves to let the spirits go free. There's something smart about that. Very smart. I like that. You think I'm crazy?" He asked Ben once he finished.
I like this kid, he's smart and poetic. "No, I think you're creative. And I think you have a lot of pain you're not dealing with." Ben tried to remain calm and neutral but I heard his shaky voice, he's concerned. I stood up, the last thing I heard was this boy saying, "It's a filthy goddamn horror show." I nodded my head in agreement. "Amen brother." I mumbled.
I walk to the bathroom to see if violet is finally done wailing in self-pity. I put my innocent face on and casually walked in the bathroom where, as I expected, Violet is still cutting herself. She looked up wide-eyed, mouth open and razor in hand. "Damn it Vi, that is gross." I told her, not faking my dislike towards cutting. "And by the way, you're doing it wrong." I told her. "What?" She looked surprised and concerned. At that very moment I heard the voice from Ben's office answering for me. "If you're trying to kill yourself, cut vertically." He told Violet. She looked at me and I nodded, "They can't stitch that up." I told her mater-of-factly.
"Wait, how'd you get in here?" Violet said, asking both me and the boy from Ben's office. "If you're trying to kill yourself, you might also try locking the door." He told her, walked out and closed the door again. Violet turned back to me. "Who was that and how do you know all that stuff?" She asked me. "He is one of dad's patients and… you don't really know me." I told her and also walked out of the bathroom.