So I know that I should be working on my other story (ALBHETL) but this idea has been plaguing me for a while and I just had to write just to give my brain peace.
I'm not sure how well this story will go down (I've never written in 1st person before) so if you like it tell me and I'll continue writing it but if nobody likes it then I'll just leave it...so please review and tell me and you'll find out what actually happened to Santana as/ if the chapters progress.
If you any of you know who Katie Piper, this is where the idea came from. She used to be a model/ presenter but when she broke up with her boyfriend he organised for his friend to throw acid in her face. If you Google her you'll get her story but she's an amazingly brave person who has set up a foundation for burn victims and overcame heaps of shit and came out stronger.
Also if any of the medical side of this is wrong I apologise...I will research it a bit more if you want me to continue with it
So please try and enjoy xXx
Disclaimer:- I don't own anything...just borrowing
"Santana honey that's the van nearly loaded, the guys are just waiting for your boxes" my mother shouts up the stairs at me.
Moving, I hate moving. We're moving because of me because of the way I look and we are moving to Lima. I looked it up, Lima is a small town in Ohio. It a far cry from the place we stay now, New York but my mother wants to move. She says it's so I can see one of the best specialists there is about my face and the burns and that he stays in Lima so we have to move there, but I think she wants to hide, start a new life where people don't know her, don't know what's she's done.
I let out a sigh and grit my teeth as I try to get the anger that's bubbling in my stomach to calm at my mother's voice. I take a few deep breaths and close my eyes trying to focus on something calm, Sunny beaches, that I will never be able to lay on because my skins to sensitive for the sun or hanging out with friends, that I don't have because they all think I'm some sort of monster who's outside finally matches her inside and nobody wants to be friends with a monster. I open my eyes feeling angrier that before.
I throw the roll of duck tape I was using across the room as hard as I can with a frustrated grunt watching it hit the wall and land on my now empty desk.
"Well that's not going to help close your boxes" My mother smiles at me from my bedroom door and it makes me wished I chucked the tape or something heavier at her instead.
"Whatever" I mumbled as get up and brush past her "I'll be in the car" I can feel my mother's eyes on me as I walk down the hall passed the removal men, who stared at me wide eyed as I walked past.
"Take a picture it'll last longer" I snarl at them which make them snap out of their horrified trance at least they have the decency enough to look guilty as they move quickly up to my old room.
The rage, which was still bubbling in my stomach increases tenfold because of them and I throw open the front door before slamming it closed. My mother's car, which is full of our luggage, is parked out front. I fish my IPod out my pocket and put the headphones in and turn up the music as loud as it would allow as I get in the car. I lean back against the seat and close my eyes and try to block out the world around me. The kids playing in the street, that always stop to stare or try to be funny and say things about my face or playfully scream and run away whenever I walk by. The neighbours on the street that give me sympathetic looks or looks that say I deserve it depending whether their on my mum's side or my dad's. It's easier to pretend that they don't exist or that I don't exist.
It takes another half an hour for everything to get loaded from my room in to the moving van. It's too soon for my liking when my mum slides in to the driver's side of the car. She turns to me and starts speaking but I can't hear her, I don't want to, if I do I'll probably want to punch her. I can barely look at her let alone hold a conversation with her, being in a close proximity with her just makes me want to vomit.
Out of the corner of my eye I see her sigh before starting the car. We start the long journey to the airport and I send a silent pray to god that today passes quickly. Luckily for me I fall asleep and I'm gently woken by my mother when we get there. She gets out the car once she knows I'm awake and starts unloading all our bags.
As I'm about to step out the car to join her, a woman, who had been waiting by the bus shelter comes along and hugs my mother close. I recognise her as one of my mother's friends from her work. I quickly pull my hood over my face so I don't feel as exposed as get out the car. I keep my back to both of them but turn down my IPod enough so I can hear a little bit of their conversation.
"...just feel we had to get a new start and there's a specialist there that can fix her face better"
My grip on my IPod tightens until my knuckles turn white and I can feel myself start to shake with rage. This was all her fault, my face, the moving, the specialists it was all her fault, she did this to my face, that's why we're moving. If she had kept in her pants then I would still be normal, still have friends, still be loved.
I shake my head as I try to stop the tears that had gathered in my eyes, since I know it will only irritate the broken skin. I reach back in to the car and get my bag and pick out the pack of tissues and quickly pat my face dry. The next thing I pull out makes my anger spike again.
I roll the clear plastic mask around in my hands for a few seconds frowning at it before I put it on. This mask is the Bain of my existence but I need it to protect my face since the skin is still so sensitive and it also helps the weakened muscles and bone support my face. Thankfully it's not a full mask so it only covers the damaged side of my face but it's still pretty ugly...just like me.
I turn to see if my mother has finished her conversation with her friend and see her handing the car keys over to the woman before giving her one last hug goodbye. I turn back and make sure I've got all my things from the car before walking around the car and grabbing my suitcase, keeping my head down low so that my mother's friend can't fully see my face and I can't see her reaction.
"Right...well we better be off then don't want to miss our flight" I hear my mother say to her friend as she moves to stand next to me "You've put your mask on?" I hear her ask from her spot next to me as she waves to friend before moving across the crossing towards the entrance of the airport.
"Yeah well my face hurt so I need the support" I say not wanting to let her on to the fact that I was crying and she smiles softly and nods at me but I can see guilt flash in her eyes.
When we get to the door s I halt and feel the familiar panic start to replace the rage in my chest. There were a lot of people in the airport and that meant a lot of judging eyes. *Shit I can't do this* I thought as my mother walked through the door way like there was nothing wrong while I'm stuck behind her having a mini panic attack. She finally stops and turns round and frowns when I'm not there by her side . She looks up and finds me still outside the doors.
"Santana honey don't worry no one's looking at you, you can do this" she tries to give me a supportive smile but I can also see the panic written on her face, panic that I might make a scene and panic that people are going start saying things about me.
I take a deep shaky breath and duck my head as I enter the airport making sure that my hood covered all my head. We head to the queue in silence and don't say a word to each other until we get called forward to the check in desk.
My mother hands over our passports to the pretty attendant behind the desk and she opens my mother passport and compare it to my mother standing in front of her and I freeze when she opens mine.
"I'm sorry mam could you take down your hood for a second" she asks me politely and it takes all my strength and will to raise my shaking hands and pull my hood down, when all I want to do is bolt for the nearest door.
When I raise my head I hear a soft gasp and my heart breaks and I can feel my lip tremble but I will myself not to cry. She mutters a small thanks and gives my passports back to my mother not looking in my direction more than she has to.
When we get to the security gates we wait in line and put our stuff in to those little buckets that take them through the scanner. As I stand behind my mother I feel the panic start again at the thought of the metal detector going off, if that thing goes off then that means I have to get frisked. While normally embarrassing for any normal people it's worse for me because some of the skin on my upper body is scarred as well and still a little painful to touch and I don't want them that up close and personal where they can see every mark and scar on my skin.
I watch my mother go through the metal detector and it didn't go off she moved to the side and started gathering her things. I take a deep breath as the lady guard on the other side motions me through; she obviously hasn't seen my mask yet. I walk through the gate and close my eyes waiting to hear the BEEP BEEP of the machine but luckily it doesn't go off. I heave a sigh of relief and walk towards the bucket with all my stuff on it, even though I can feel the lady guard's eyes on me now that she finally caught sight of my mask.
In the departures lounge I buy a magazine and put in my IPod trying to ignore my mother and the people around us as much as possible. It's too long before our flights call and I take my time to get to the queue, wanting to be the last person to board that way no one can see me. I ignore the look the steward gives me when she looks at my passport and manage to keep my anger at bay at her extra politeness in trying to make up for her mistake.
When I finally get in my seat on the plane, I relax feeling the panic that I felt since I entered the airport wash away from me. I stare out at the tarmac from the window next to me.
"I can't wait to start over...this will be good for us I promise" My mother smiled next to me, I just grunt in response and continue to stare out the window.
"Ladies and gentlemen this is your captain speaking... Please be seated and fasten your seat belts we're just about ready to take off. The Cabin crew will now demonstrate the safety procedures."
I roll my eyes at the captain voice and watch the cabin crew do their stuff before rechecking everyone's seat belts and seating themselves.
The plane starts to move on to the runway and I close my eyes as it slowly starts to pick up speed.
*Lima here I come* I think bitterly to myself as the plane finally gets off the ground before sending the best glare I could manage with my fucked up face at my mother for making me do this.