I woke up startled, apparently a loud thunderstorm had waken me. I sighed and looked at the clock.
It was 7:15, I might as well get dressed now and shave a couple minutes of my normal morning routine. I climbed out of bed and stumbled over a teddy bear.
"A teddy bear?" Just then I heard a barking noise and turned on my bedside lamp, Macy, my dog was sitting on her hind legs. I grinned at my cute puppy, who was a 5 week old terrier, and chucked the toy through the doorway.
The pup only stayed a second longer because she dashed of to find her precious bear.
Still grinning, I took the advantage of her being gone and shut the door quickly.
There was a faint scratch at what sounded like wood, I opened her door slowly to find that Macy had found her way to Arielle's , my sister, room.
There was faint creak from inside the room which showed Arielle was getting up, I shut my door silently only hearing a slight click that signaled the door was closed.
It looked like my lamp had blown it's bulb because soon darkness swallowed me, using lightning as my light, I fumbled for the light switch, but then I felt a cold wind creep towards my.
I didn't move my head but instead peeked out the corner of my eye to see if there was anyone else in the room with me. A shadowy figure, unrecognizable because of the darkness, was standing near the bed.
I hesitated at trying to find the switch and made the shadow figure shift towards the window, which was unmistakably open. At this point neither me or the incognito figure had breathed, my lungs felt they were about to burst from lack of oxygen.
As soon as a new sound came the figure seemed to disappear, with a faint click the door swung open. "Arielle! God, don't you ever knock?"
"I didn't want to wake you if you were still asleep." she said surprisingly calm.
Arielle found the light switch and the room brightened hurting my eyes with the sudden flash.
I now looked at were the figure was last seen, and saw what seemed to be a small shoe print. It took all I had not to scream then and there, dramatized that someone had been there with my alone frightened the crap out of me.
What if I would have moved or said something? What if he/she/it was a rapist? What if he killed me and Arielle?
A million questions shot into my mind as I found myself pacing back and forth in the bathroom.
I sat down on the bath tub with my head in my hands and started to think, all impossible reasons came to mind, what if they had been an angel sent from heaven to watch over me?
I quickly pushed the idea out of my mind, I was a sadistic emo teenager who locked herself in her room all the time and cut her wrists frequently, why would God want anything to do with me?
I looked at the scars on my left wrist and smirked, I would put up with this kind of crap for the rest of my life. I had struggled with depression since I turned thirteen, I got screwed by a lot of people {not like that for the perverts out there :/} and that quickly lowered my already low reputation.
No one barely glanced at me until I started cutting my arms, I saw people look directly at them and whisper and more people would stare. When the teacher turned around and they glances back I pulled up my sleeves and held my wrists directly at them and they automatically looked away.
Preppy girls came to mind as I looked at these cuts, I even named them Mercedes, Emma, Daisy, Willow...I suddenly got lost as my cuts purpose came to my mind.
I wanted so badly to kill them, to watch there faces and I removed their lives one by one, I grinned at myself in the mirror. This is what I had become and I was never turning back but who ever said I wanted to?
A slight knock at the bathroom door jolted me out of my murderous state. Arielle didn't know what it was like to be me, she was a straight A perfect student and friend although you would think that my reputation would rub off on her.
She ignored me during school because her life would be a living hell if the populars', or plastics since I watch mean girls, knew she actually was related to me.
We both kept it a secret and we really both wanted to. "Come on you have to get ready!" my mom, Anna, shouted through my wall.
Yes, even thick walls such as mine couldn't keep the screaming voice of Anna away. "I'm brushing my hair, Anna!"
"Well hurry up!" satisfied of my clothing and hair I looked out the window and saw Lace sitting in her black beetle, Lace was the only girl at my school who was emo so we quickly became friends.
Her fiery orange streak and snow white hair looked so unusual inside a black beetle, which I had always thought was on of the preppiest cars you could get.