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Welcome back readers. Sorry about the delay in updates for this story. Exams are coming up soon so sadly my time will be consumed with trying to make it out alive. I will try my best to write on ever occasion but once exams are over, i promise, every story will be updated!!!
On that note, thank you dearly to everyone who reviewed!! I love you all but as always, more reviews would be wonderful! Let me know what you think of Nina, because shes about to do some things that parents worry their childern will do. I warn you, her world is getting darker, and shes falling further into a place where her actions don't matter.
But, please read on. Let me show you the world of a pack sibling gone wrong.
"God, could Nina be anymore anti-social?" Tiffany asked her followers.
"I hear her drug problem got so bad that she now works as a prostitute in Port Angles." Chloe added.
"Looks like her brother heard too. He avoids her like the plague. Could you blame him? I mean, she would only drag him down too." Sandra commented.
"I bet he joined that gang just to get away from her slutty-ness." Tiffany shot a look in the direction Patrick was sitting.
Chloe and Sandra nodded in agreement. Scoffing under my breath I ducked my head and pretended not to hear their useless, purely rumor-filled gossip. I'd heard it all before. Every single word heard about me in this school was fake. Made up, so the student population had something to talk about besides the weather.
My life was no secret. Everyone knew that I was alone, had no one left. Instead of being sympathetic or even offering to ask what was wrong, they took my own personal hell as the perfect chance to get some juicy gossip spread.
I looked up from my untouched food and gazed across the lunch room. La Push High never did have cliques, per say, but we did have groups. First table to my left is where the rumor generators themselves sat, including Chloe, Sandra and Tiffany.
Beside that table you have the sports people. The guys and girls who live for one sport and enjoy obsessively talking about it.
Next to them are the art freaks. I know, it sounds very ignorant of me to entitle them freaks because they like art, but trust me on this one; I was not the first one to call them that. In fact, they came up with the name and demanded that everyone call them by it.
In the far corner there is the bubble that no one dares enter. That happens to be where Patrick's new gang eats. Or rather downs enough food for fifteen African countries in the span of ten minutes. That table isn't just populated by giants though; you also have the tiny girls that hang off them every chance possible.
And to my right was the table filled with the hardest working students here, in high school language, the geeks/nerds. I watched them for a second. Searching their faces, seeing the glee that was spread across their smiling faces, I wanted nothing more then be apart of the emotional atmosphere.
I shook my head and turned to look away but one face reached out and grabbed my attention with force. Blinking rapidly I looked again. It was him. The guy who came to my house yesterday looking for Patrick.
Sitting alone was something that always bothered me but right now it seemed like a blessing. I ducked my head before he could see me staring. My mind registered his emotions beforehand though.
He face didn't belong at that table. They all laughed, with giant carefree smiles, but his eyes, they were fixated on a spot I knew all too well. Lingering on the lonesome table with eyes that cried out for acceptance and attention, and yet, he got nothing short of silence.
I fought the urge to glance at his pain filled face again. Looking past the sorrow and rejection I could see the beauty underneath.
Any other time I might have tried to befriend this sad boy, cheer him or at least discover the reason behind his pain. But now, I only watched from across the room. My mind noted quietly that I am not the only one Patrick discarded.
And that makes me feel not so alone.
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"Dinner Nina." My mother's emotionless voice called up to me.
"Coming." I replied.
Shifting I gathered up all my homework and stuffed it back in my backpack. Standing up, I neatly remade my bed and prepared myself for a quiet dinner. No one ever talked. There was no reason to.
When Patrick didn't grace us with his presence, the tension was enough to suffocate me until I was finally finished.
But tonight, he was generous and came to dinner. The regular tension was there, but escalated.
Chatter vibrated off the walls of the normal silent kitchen. Not a single word of it directed towards me. Why waste their breath when they felt the need to make sure every single detail was to Patrick's liking?
"Is the meat too cold?"
"Are your potatoes mashed enough?"
"Do you need more water?"
"Is it too warm in here?"
"If it is too warm, we can lessen the amount of body heat in the house."
That body heat they spoke of getting rid of was more than likely me. I squished every urge to roll my eyes and scoff at every question they posed.
Was I honestly nothing more then a source of excessive body heat to them? Did I matter that little to my own parents?
A knife in the heart, the feeling of being ripped apart by the very seems that always held me together. I refused to cry in front of them, in front of him.
Patrick didn't even glance my way. Didn't bother to ask how my day was, or if I was okay.
If I broke down crying at this table, none of them would even blink. I was just another pile of useless flesh. Shoving my uneaten food away from me I pushed away from the table in disgust.
Blinking back tears of rage I threw my plate in the sink, hoping, praying, for a reaction. Anything that showed they noticed my existence. Silence was the only thing that followed. Shaking my head I stormed out of the room.
Reaching the stairs in a few seconds with the full intention of bounding up them to my room so I could cry myself to sleep. I didn't get that far because someone had the gull to knock on the door.
I may be invisible in my house when it comes to feelings, but I am still expected to do the small things. Answering doors fell into that category. I should have just ignored it and kept on going. Of course, I didn't.
A small voice insisted it was possible that the boy from school was behind the door. Knocking, waiting to see Patrick. I scolded myself mentally as the thought entered my mind, but I couldn't deny the truth.
To see the pain in his eyes was comfort. I needed it more then oxygen right now. I wanted, needed to see that someone else was feeling as alone and disgruntled as I.
I yanked the door open. Disappointment rang through my veins as I took in the large frame that filled the door. Rage replaced it the second the face registered in my mind. It was one of them.
Jared, to be exact.
He nodded to me and in a husky voice said, "I need to speak with Patrick."
"Good for you." I responded with as much sarcasm as possible. I finally had a release for my rage; I was not letting this pass me by. "But not good for him right? Or has your mind trick worked? Does he follow your every command like you want? A lap dog? Taking away his free will must be fun; I've seen you do it to countless teenagers. Suck them into your stupid cult-like gang. Take them away from their families without so much as a spare thought."
He opened his mouth to say something but I was far from done with him.
"What? Trying to defend yourself? Don't even. I bet you'll just laugh about my outrage and pain later, eh? At least someone gets something good out of my sad excuse of an existence." My voice got louder, filled with the very emotion I had kept under wraps for too long.
"You took everything from me you son of a bitch!" I screamed at him. Rage fueling my actions I reached to my left, gasping the vase that was placed on the front table. I whipped it at him, "You had no right, and you still ruined my life and you don't even care!"
Salty drops of water fell into my mouth as I screamed profanities at him. Shattered pieces of vase lay at my feet but I got some satisfaction, when I noticed the small shards that had dug into his chest.
My yells were caught off when Patrick stepped in front of me.
"Stop." He said it as if it was an order. I said nothing; just let the tears stream down my face. Patrick just looked at Jared. Both walked out the door without so much as a word.
Slamming the door behind them I looked around. My parents were still seated at the kitchen table… eating pie.
My temper exploded.
I didn't see red like in every cliché book or movie. I was seething mad at everyone. I'd lost control of my own life. I'm done playing the innocent quiet girl.
I stormed into the kitchen and stood beside the sink.
"Would you look at me?" I demanded, hissing each word. Neither parent looked up from their plates. Huffing in disbelief I let my angry take over and make my decisions for me.
Reaching into the sink I grabbed a dirty plate. Looking at it for a second I threw it at the ground with all my force. My focus was on my parents, waiting to see if they looked, or even cursed under their breath.
Nothing.
"Ignore me then." I screamed and smashed another plate. And another. I kept going until I was standing in a pile of smashed porcelain shards. My face was covered in tears, my feet bleeding onto the floor from the pieces that imbedded themselves in my skin.
"Pretend I'm nothing."
My voice was small, frightened and broken. I felt like a little girl, scared by a nightmare. Only this was the part were the mommy or daddy ran into comfort me. Hug me, wipe away my tears and mutter promises that every thing was fine.
My parents just stared at the floor. Not even bothering to watch their daughter die in front of them.
Physically I lived, I breathed. But inside I was dead.
Why keep living when no will notice if you stop?
And there you have Nina's first act of violence.
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