I'm entitled to Overcome,
Completely stunned I'm numb,
Knock me down throw me to the floor,
There's no pain I can't feel no more,
I'm entitled to Overcome,
Overcome.
The words of Lyssa Silver's favorite song thrummed in her room, as her iPod turned on to wake her up.
She moaned. Why couldn't she go back to dreaming? Lyssa ached to go back to her dream. She had been in the Kingdom Hearts world, and had been a member of the Organization. Axel had fallen in love with her, and her life had been perfect. Waking up had been like she was doused in ice-cold reality.
She wrapped her covers around her more. The puffy white sheets felt like cotton candy clouds. She felt so safe. Maybe if she stayed in her room, wrapped in her make shift cocoon, she wouldn't have to deal with today. Today would be like every other day. Miserable. Lyssa was a pigeon in the world of doves. She was a mockingbird in a world of blue jays.
The song pounded on, its strong beat pulsating in the room. The voice of Scott Step coated her room with a false hope of confidence. Was ten minutes too much to ask? Ten minutes until living hell sounded good to her.
Sighing, Lyssa untangled herself from her layer of warm, protecting blankets. She hissed as her feet hit the cold, hardwood floor. "6 hours to freedom." She mumbled, moving to get ready for school.
Xx Ten Xx Minutes xX Later xX
I feel like it's gonna rain like this for days,
So let it rain down and wash everything away
I hope that tomorrow the sun will shine
The song pounded from her headphones to her ears. Her purple-Conversed feet thudded on the asphalt to the beat of the song. Lyssa walked to school. The bus was… The bus. But, hey, what could you expect from a small, cramped space full of dirty, hormonal teenagers? It was a perfect place for people to harass her about being different.
Different? How was she different? She knew she wasn't EXACTLY like anyone else, but Lyssa couldn't figure out why, when using the word to describe her, the other kids said it in a disgusted way. Lyssa looked down at her black skinny jeans and purple Creed shirt. Different? The sound of laughter jolted her out of her depressing thoughts.
Teenagers were scattered everywhere. Seniors paraded around like kings and queens in letterman jackets. Freshman walked quickly along, clutching their books tightly, their pimply faces shiny with the hope that a senior wouldn't pay attention to them. Sophomores bragged about their new cars to envious friends, and juniors got stoned in the parking lot.
Lyssa walked among the crowd, praying not to be noticed. Even as a sophomore, she wasn't safe. No one ever was. She was two steps away from the safety of teachers, before a snide voice called out.
"Lyssy! Did you think you could go inside without talking to us first? I'm hurt." A tall brunette fake-pouted. Her heart dropped. Any hopes of passing by sophomore year un-noticed vanished. Lyssa opened her mouth to speak, but no sound would come out. "Freak, you hurt my feelings so bad." She pouted again.
"Badly would be the correct adjective, Chelsea." Lyssa managed to spit the words out of her mouth. Chelsea's mouth twisted into a venomous fake smile. "Of course. I mean, our own PRECIOUS author can't have people making grammatical errors, can she?" she hissed. Lyssa took an involuntary step back; the look in Chelsea's eyes was terrifying… to anyone.
"Hey Chels! Lookie at what I found!" Amanda, Chelsea's ditzy blonde best friend shouted, holding a small, velvet black book up in the air. Lyssa immediately recognized the book. "Hey! That's mine!" Lyssa shouted, panicked.
That book was her poetry book. It had all the poems she'd ever written in it. It was her heart, her soul. All her emotions were in that book. And that book was in the hands of Lyssa's number one enemy.
"Oooh! I believveeee (Chelsea stretched the word out for emphasis) that WE just hit a nerve!" Chelsea gloated, a sickening smile on her face. Amanda nodded her head furiously. "Please give it back." Lyssa was desperate. The last thing she wanted was for Chelsea and Amanda to read it. They're never let it go.
"You know, I don't think I will. And, oh look! There's the bell. See you at lunch, freak." Chelsea pranced into the school, followed by Amanda. "Oh no…" Lyssa murmured to herself. Thinking about her impending social doom, Lyssa walked through the doors of her own personal Hell, her heavy heart sinking faster with each step.
xX Five xX Periods Xx Later Xx
Lyssa pulled up the hood of her zebra-striped hoodie. Her morning classes had gone pretty smoothly. Only a few snicks had come her way, and she easily ignored them. Lyssa found it easier for her to be laughed at by people she knew, rather than people who didn't know her. At least people who knew her… knew her. Strangers who laughed at her were just going with the crowd. The strangers who laughed never gave her a chance! A chance to prove that she wasn't different! A chance that would make her a friend. They were already judging.
Lyssa walked to her usual lunch spot, right underneath an old weeping willow. It was a secluded spot, and untouched by Chelsea's venom. Lyssa settled herself under the gnarled tree, her back against it's twisted trunk, the wind whipped her platinum blonde hair into her face, screwing up the purple streaks. Lyssa unpacked her lunch: a green apple and a water bottle. Munching on her apple, she picked up her book to read.
"Lyssy!" A shrill voice called out. A shadow appeared over her, blocking the sunlight from Lyssa's book. A pit of dread settled in the middle of her stomach. Heart sinking, she looked up to see Chelsea staring wickedly down at her.
Lyssa's poetry book dangled from Chelsea's death grip. "So, I was flipping thought your little book here, and found and interesting poem! I didn't know that you were emo!" Chelsea said, laughing at her own sick humor. Lyssa gulped and her heart entered her stomach.
She had written the poem Chelsea was talking about when she found out her parent's had left her on her foster family's porch one day. "Give it back!" she said angrily, standing up, clutching her messenger bag in her hands. "You know, I think that our grade should have a taste of your AMAZING poetry. You know, bring up our culture." Chelsea said, dancing over to a bench and whistled for everyone's attention.
Once she had it, she cleared here throat. "I, Chelsea Bell, would like to read a piece of poetry written by our very own… Alyssandra Silver!" she crowed. The crowd openly laughed. Lyssa's face turned bright red. Several people turn to look at her, while the others remained in rapture with Chelsea. Chelsea herself glowed with power, her eyes shining with the maliciousness reserved for only Lyssa as she stared her down.
Lyssa turned and ran, tears streaming down her face. Her messenger bag beat against her legs as she ran. Lyssa tore through the empty streets leading to her house, running faster than she ever had. Lyssa's feet barely touched the ground as she fled.
She threw front door open, and ran down to her basement bedroom. She threw herself onto her couch. Hot tears streamed down Lyssa's face like salty rapids. Her normally porcelain face was red and blotchy. A choked sob rasped out of her lips, as her heart racked against her chest. Still sobbing, she wrapped her arms around her knees. She couldn't go back to that hellhole. Ever. Chelsea and Amanda would never let it go, would make her life more of a hell. She had to leave. She had to get away.
Anywhere.
A soft, pulsating light turned on in the room, jerking Lyssa out of her miserably thoughts. The TV across from the couch had this odd white and grey rotating spiral in it. The spiral… It almost looked like a portal from Kingdom Heart.
Lyssa almost laughed at her stupidity. A portal. Yeah, right. That was as possible as Chelsea and Amanda becoming her best friends. Lyssa cocked her head to the side, staring intently at it. Suddenly, there was a flash of golden light, and Lyssa was sucked forward.
So this was Chapter One. MESSAGGEEE MEEE AND RATEEE! Please? I'll love you forever! I will! I promise! :) Bahahhaha
Xera :)