Relieve me of My Misery

Full Summary: Rachel Roth, a shy quiet teenager, attends Gotham High. With a horrible home life, barely any friends, and emotional problems; she seems to get worse every day. When a teenager named Garfield Logan moves to Gotham with horrid jokes and a fun personality, can he show her how to have fun? Or is she too close to the cliff to be helped?

Couple: Garfield and Rachel.

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"He hurts me 'cause he cares
He hurts me and it's all my fault!

Roaches and cigarettes,
A sink of hungry dishes.
Flies in the afterbirth,
I miss you when you're timid.

Loving you is nothing new,
It's self mutilation.
I crave the pain, I'm so ashamed
But I love the stimulation.

The last time I died
The last time I died, wasn't nearly this much fun.
Welcome...
Welcome...

Welcome to the family
This drug addict,
Sex fanatic,
Alcoholic tragedy.

Welcome to the family
This drug addict,
Sex fanatic,
Alcoholic fantasy.

I fell down some stairs...
I ran into a wall...
He hurts me 'cause he cares..
It's all my fault!

He likes to kill small animals
And blame it on the weather.
Father was Andronicus
My secret name was terror.

Loving you is nothing new,
It's self mutilation.
I crave the pain, I'm so ashamed
But I love the stimulation.

The last time I died
The last time I died, wasn't nearly this much fun.
Welcome...
Welcome...

Welcome to the family
This drug addict,
Sex fanatic,
Alcoholic tragedy.

Welcome to the family
This drug addict,
Sex fanatic,
Alcoholic fantasy.

He hurts me 'cause he cares
He hurts me and it's all my fault.

It's all my fault.
It's all your fault.
It's all your fault!!!!!!

Fuck you,
You insecure piece of shit.
Fuck you,
Now look what you made me do. [2x]

FUCK YOU!!!

If you
TOUCH US AGAIN
I will
FUCKING KILL YOU!

I will make you pay.
I WILL MAKE YOU PAY!

Now you know how it feels.

Now you know how it feels" -Otep
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(Rachel's Point of View)

5, 4, 3, 3 and a half, 2, 2 and 3 quarters, 1. DING DING DING.

Even though my alarm clock screamed, I stayed in bed. Just lying there under the covers staring at the ceiling; my covers hiding my freshly bruised skin. I usually stay in bed until I literally only have a few minutes to get ready for school, wanting to avoid the monster waiting in the living room.

The monster was my alcoholic father. I hated him, and even though my mom didn't touch me, I hated her too. She left my dad and she left me, too. And she knew the situation, because not only did he beat me, he beat her too. Yet, she still left me so only she could get a better life. Selfish bitch were the only words I can use to describe her.

The time on the alarm clock was changing. Too bad the times weren't. Did my father always use to be like this? No, he actually use to have fun. He actually loved me and my mom. I miss him, the way he used to be, if only he didn't get laid off work. If only my mom didn't have an affair.

Now I had to pay for it all. Seems so fair.

"Ugh, I hate Mondays," I said to nobody but to myself. I walked to my closet and picked out some clothes for the day. My wardrobe usually consists of skinny jeans, converse, hoodies, and black shirts. I hardly ever wore colors. I had pale white skin, violet eyes, and raven colored hair. My body was tiny and I wasn't very tall; almost if I was some fragile doll. But my skin always had black and blue, green and yellowish, or black and yellowish circles on my skin; flawing my beauty. I felt dirty and disgusting every day of my life.

After I got dressed, I applied some light barely noticeable lip gloss to my lips, and eyeliner. I wore my eyeliner thick; my eyes always seemed to pop out. I might be considered pretty, but I honestly never felt it. I brushed my teeth and left my lavender colored bathroom, to find my father on the sofa, staring blankly at the wall. "Bye Dad, see you after school," I quietly said and left my house to go to my second hell.

Gotham Highschool.

Every time I walked into the damn place I receive glares, the finger, insults, and other things.

I only had a couple of friends, and the ones I had I was grateful for. My best friend is Korina "Kori" Anders, she's smart, pretty, and really fun to hang out with. She was filthy rich though, because her parents own some make up industry. Then there was Richard Grayson, Korina's boyfriend, who was athletic, gorgeous, and also rich. He use to be a playboy until he started dating Kori. There is also Victor Stone and Karen Beecher. They were also dating, they're both like my siblings.

"Rachel!" Kori happily yelled and motioned me to come over to her, "We have a new student today!" I grunted, she was always too damn happy. I hated that very fact about her just as much as I loved it about her. "Really?" I asked, pretending to be interested, "Who?" Probably just some rich bastard almost like everybody else. Kori's eye lit up with joy, "I heard his name is Garfield, I also heard he was a cutie!" She wiggled her eyebrows, I couldn't help but to laugh. "Any man that is named Garfield is bound to be a joke, Kori." Kori's eyes dimmed, "Garfield is a cute cat, so this 'Garfield' can be a cute boy. I will talk to him Rachel, and I will make you talk to him too. Who knows, you may start to love him," She winked and pinched me on the cheeks like my grandma used to do, "Now Rachel, lighten up my dear, You know I'm just kidding." I sometimes wonder why I'm friends with her.

Flashback

"Hi! My name is Korina Anders, you can call me Kori." I looked up from my book to see who exactly was talking to me, this Kori girl was holding out her hand. I shook it, not really caring who the hell she was, but was caring that she interrupted my reading. "Rachel Roth." "What are you reading?" She asked, not noticing the annoyance in my voice. "The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath." I bluntly answered. "I just moved here from Tameran, and I thought you're style looked cool. But If you don't want to talk, then okay. See you later Rachel." The girl went to walk away, "Wait," I don't know why I said it, but I did. "Sorry for being rude, it's just..I..well..don't really talk to a lot of people. I'm kind of known as an outsider; so please excuse me for having no manners."

End of Flashback.

We've been friends ever since. I actually got her to like Sylvia Plath, Edgar Allan Poe, Dorothy Parker, etc. Kori is actually really deep in poetry like I am; so we're not completely different. Which is really good for me.

"Hey Kori, Rach! This is Garfield Logan," Victor called out, pointing to a tan man, with Green hair, and a cute face. "Heya, I'm Garfield."

He was kind of cute...

Authors Note:

Sorry if it sounds bad! Will be better, I promise. I kind of rushed through some areas.
SUGGESTION: LISTEN TO THE SONG AT THE TOP. One of my favorite songs to be ever sang! Homegrown by Otep. The best female screamer out there :] Sorry if you dont' like that kind of music, it's not all screaming though. Otep is really good :) I thought the song would go well with the plot of this story. Anyways, next update will be sometime.

--Lynn