Retaliation
Prologue
I'm done. I'm sick of being pushed around, but I still put up with it. Why? Because I don't have much of a choice. I'm sick and tired of everything. I'm actually finally on the breaking point. I'm sick of school. I'm sick of my 'Mother' and 'Father'. I'm sick and tired of lying, egotistical jackasses. They all think the same thing. Ew, she's weird. Why? Because I'm different. Because I'm not like everybody else my age or even any other human. I'm different.
How am I different? Well, let's see which way? People hate that I'm extremely quiet. Hardly anybody has ever heard my voice. When I do speak, they never like what I have to say. They ridicule my difference in appearance as well.
How am I different? My hair by itself is weird. It never tangles, never frizzes, and never looks dirty. It's always the wavy black and red self. My type? I never get sick. I always stay the same build, no matter how much I've starved myself, unintentionally. I don't feel hunger, so I don't always eat. I always have the wry, skinny little build that's barely filled out. I'll be lucky if I hit past a B. I know that a lot of girls won't even talk to me for that being part of the reason.
I can't read minds, but when I have an idea about something I just kind of get a feeling that tells me if it's right or wrong. It doesn't even matter the thought. Another thing that's off in my appearance that they seem to take into effect the most are my eyes. Having two different colored eyes are weird, but my colors? Blue, bright, electric blue my right eye was. The other eye, they rarely saw because I masked it behind the small shroud my hair has made me. It's a light purple that 'pops' when seen against my black and red hair. Most of them stare at it then walk off awkwardly; others say that they glow when both are revealed. I don't know what it really does. They think that one word always. I've learned to come to hate it as much as I did them. Weird. I honestly try to not cry around them. Not that they'd ever notice anyways. They think I'm heartless because of that. They're wrong. They never even got to know me, let alone ever love me.
Who are 'they'? They are the people around me. The ones that lie and say its going to be alright. The ones that take sympathy and say its just a misunderstanding. I hate sympathy and I don't need it. They all ridicule me. I have but one thing to say now. Now that I'm at my limits, patience and possibly life's end.
This is now MY retaliation.