Everything wrong
I walk with my head down. Hiding. Surviving from day to day. I bump into someone accidentally.
"Watch it stupid ice whore."
Of course it just had to be Toothianna. The most popular bitch in all of Immagination High. She was a skinny twig with her brown pixie cut and medium decent sized breasts and curvy body.
"Sorry."
"Ya right you did that on purpose bitch." And with that she walked away. Today that was one of the better encounters with Toothianna. Normally she would smack me and continue with verbal abuse. Thank god!
I'm heading home with people looking at me. A lanky teen of 5'5 dressed in all dark colours and a platinum blonde braid over my shoulder. My name is Elsa Winters. And I don't fit in anywhere. I get harassed and beat up a school and at home my sister - my only family- verbally abuses me. The only place I belong is 6 feet under. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope that one day they might seem the good in me and I might have a chance at being a normal person.
I walk up my driveway and see a red four door Honda Sedan. Anna is home. I have to prepare myself.
...5
I put the key in the lock.
...4
I turn the handle of the door.
...3
I push the door open.
...2
I take my shoes off and put them by the door.
...1
I walk through the front vestibule and there is Anna sitting on the couch watching TV. She sees I'm home and glares at me.
"Guess you didn't die today. What a pity. Oh well I'm just gonna have to wait then."
It may seem like Anna is the oldest but she's not she is the youngest. And she can't wait for the day I die. When that happens I can only imagine the gigantic party that she will throw in honour of my death.
"I'm sorry I'll try harder next time. "
"Whatever bitch. You can go die in a hole for all I give a shit."
"Ya I bet."
"I hate you so much you know that right? Can't wait for you to die."
I can't handle anymore so I go upstairs to my room and lock myself in there for the night.
When I put my bag on the floor I go to my bathroom and take a shower. In the shower I take my razor and drag it across my pale skin. I watch the blood pool on my arm and run down my it. I lean my head up and let the hot water wash away the blood. I make more cuts up and down my arm until I'm satisfied with myself and I don't feel the pain anymore.
I shut the water off and wrap myself in my towel I get bandages out of my mirror on the wall. Wrap them over my cuts and watch as the white is discoloured into a deep red. I dry my platinum blonde hair them go into my room and put on a long sleeved black shirt and black sweatpants.
I have no homework so I climb into bed and turn on the TV. There's a commercial for the suicide hotline. I turn switch the channel and see that on the news someone got shot and another committed suicide in their home. Another was of a lost dog that was found. Another of a church that held a spaghetti dinner and invited the community to come. Then there was the weather that held temps of 75°-80°.
Shit. Now I my hoodies to hide my bandages. I guess I'll have to start my bracelets to hide my work.
I turn the channel to comedy central, the show that was on was South Park. It made me laugh a little bit. I looked at my phone and that it 11pm. I have school in morning so I should get to sleep.
I get up to turn my light off and see my razor in shower. Sitting there until I use it again. I shake head turn off the light, crawl into bed pull the covers up and I go to sleep.
I have the same dream I have every night.
*Dream*
I'm walking down the hall in my house wearing a lovely light blue dress. I turn into my room and see a noose hanging from my ceiling. I get up on a chair and put my head through the hole in the circle. I slip my razor from the sleeve of the dress and cut really deep that blood started flowing very fast. Then Anna comes barging in pleading me not to do it and then there is this boy who comes in and states the same statements.
He has snow white coloured hair and ice blue eyes. He walks up to me and kisses me which I return.
That's it ends because I wake up to hear loud moaning and erotic screaming. Dammit! It's Anna and her boyfriend Hans. I can hear Anna yelling for him to go faster and harder and the bed hitting the wall repeatedly.
I do wish she would get a better boyfriend but she won't so what am I to do. I roll over and go back to sleep.