Screams echo like a bad dream in my head. I can still feel the blood rushing

 down my body as it went numb. To this day I still can’t understand why I am

 alive. That day I’d planned on ending my life. All I remember was a shadowy 

figure in my hazy eyes. It had a faint smile to its lips. I suppose this is where it

 all truly started...my life. Yet it also felt like the end of who I had been up to 

this point. Now I should tell what happened when I had awaken. The room

 was dark as my body lay on the floor. As opening my eyes I could feel a slight

 sting in my throat. Coughing slightly I managed to push my body from the

 floor. Everyone else who had been in the room still lay on the floor. The

 smell of old blood quickly entered my nose with rotting flesh. That is when I

 almost threw up.

For some reason it felt like I’d not eaten in weeks. Looking around the room I 

could tell it was the same people from the pack. We were all the outcast of 

our homes and schools. So in our heads we thought who would care if we

 help in each others suicide. Taking in another breathe I almost felt like

 throwing up once more. The small room kept all the smells very well 

preserved. Slowly I walk from the small condemned house only to look back 

at it with mere wonder. How was I here? 

What was different about when they slit my throat? Closing my eyes for a 

moment I took a deep breathe of the cold winter air. It stung my lungs as I 

coughed a little. For some reason it felt like I was being watched. Shaking my

 head I try to ease off that feeling as I started to walk. As walking I thought to 

myself...this wasn’t suppose to happen. I was suppose to be dead like the 

others. When I turned in front of a store front, I could see myself. Looking 

into the glass was scary. My skin was almost snow white as my lips had

 turned a deep blue. There was dried blood all down my front from my neck

 to my feet.

If I didn’t know better I would say I was trying to win some Halloween

 contest. Letting out a sigh I just kept walking. Come to think of it I really

 didn’t know where to go. The only place I had to call home was a crack 

house. My mother was always so doped up nothing bothered her. Either way 

it didn’t matter now since I needed a bath. Taking another deep breathe I 

started for my house. It was about six blocks from the store fronts. I got only 

four blocks before I heard a scream. A little girl who was in her yard was

 terrified of me. My first thought was go ahead and scare her. Then I thought

 I might have enough problems, I don’t need to cause any more for myself.

 I looked to the little girl and explained that I was at a contest not to long ago.

 I had to be really scary or else I would lose. She gave me a faint smile then

 ran into her house. It pissed me off since her mother should have had her 

inside at this hour. No one seemed to care now-a-days. I swear they only 

care when their children come up missing. I suppose things like that 

shouldn’t bother me. The cold air kept hitting my arms as I continued to walk

 home. The night sky was clear as the moon seemed to be exceptionally 

bright tonight.

It was almost like it was watching the earth. Just waiting for something

 special to happen. Although right now my mind was just racing with crazy 

thoughts like these. It seemed like my crazy thoughts couldn't possibly be

 truth. Think about how I am actually alive right this moment. Being so deep

 in thought I was able to ignore the eerie feeling of being watched. Letting go

 of everything that had brought me to wanting death, I turned to the gate in 

front of my house. 

The house actually looked nice considering it was two hundred. The first 

step through the gate felt like I was being crushed by an unknown force. 

Taking a breathe I forced my body to the front porch. Everything seemed just

 the same. It was sad that the pitcher I broke was still on the porch in the

 corner. I’d gotten mad at my mother and threw it down. She had been trying

 to sell me for her fix. Under the old dog statue I pulled the extra key out. The

 smell of smoke was strong as I opened the door. My mothers voice was

 coming from the kitchen. 

It seemed she was throwing a party. Mentally I thought it was to celebrate

 me being missing. One of the many people bumped into me as I grabbed a 

hold of the banister for the stairs. His eyes widen like he was on some acid 

trip. I couldn’t help but to laugh at him backing away. I shake my head a little

 hearing my mother yell pour another one. My bedroom door seemed to still 

be locked. I grabbed the key from over the door frame then walk in locking it.

 I only wanted a bath and fresh clothes.

It was hard to believe I would spend days hiding in this dark room. There was

 barely anything in here. A bed and a small stand for junk. I had four outfits in

 the closet. I grabbed the only one that didn’t have holes. The bathroom 

wasn’t so bad since it had a huge tub. I turned on the hot water as pouring 

some soap into the water. My body felt so nasty that I almost wanted to jump

 out of my own skin. Slowly I pulled the blood soaked clothing from my flesh.

 It hurt a little as the clothing wanted to stick to me. I climbed into the hot

 water as letting out a sigh of relief. It felt like heaven to just sit there and let

 the water soothe my body. All the sounds from downstairs seemed to fade

 away as I closed my eyes. Was this really happening to me? 

Or was this just some bad dream that I was going to wake up from in the 

morning? Either way at the moment I needed to get cleaned. Hopefully my lip

 color would return to normal if I was lucky. Luck was something that I was

 starting to wonder about though. If it was luck that kept me alive then what 

other twisted fate did it have in store for me?

Grabbing the red wash scrubby I started to wash my body. It was strange 

since the feeling was as if all of my flesh was super sensitive. I scrubbed my

 neck super hard trying to make sure the blood was gone. After an hour I let 

the water out of the tub. I still felt dirty but there was nothing more I could 

do. I looked in the mirror at my naked flesh. My naturally rich strawberry

 blonde hair had a deep purple tint at the roots. It was kind of strange looking

 with the blonde. That is when I noticed a crescent moon with tribal marks

 on my left side going down from my breast to thigh. There was also a blade 

going through the crescent moon. What the hell was this suppose to mean?

 Now I was fucking branded like a pig.

 My anger was starting to boil by the second. If someone kept me alive to 

mark me I was going to flip out. Looking to the mirror I can see my lips aren’t

 going to change. I suppose I could always say it was lipstick. The clothes I 

had were a lose fitting pair of jeans with a nice red off the shoulder blouse.

 For some reason I had liked the plain red blouse. It was like something I 

cherished for years. It was hard to believe that now. I pulled my hair into a 

tight ponytail in the back letting the hair hang low. My eyes were a dark

 green right now but I was known to have the color change.

After I finished in the bathroom I walked into the bedroom. I grabbed a bag

 from under my bed. It had about seven hundred dollars in it. Where ever I

 was going I would need money to eat. As I opened the door there was the 

guy who had looked like he was having an acid trip. He stepped back just 

letting me leave the room. He stood there watching my every movement. I

 ignored him as walking down the stairs. The man followed as just remaining

 silent. His gaze never left me even when the other junkies tried to pull him

 off. Opening the door I looked back one last time.

 I was finally free of this place. No matter what was in my future I would

 never come back here again. Walking from the house I felt that eerie feeling

 once more. This time it was like the thing was close enough to touch me. I 

turned quickly only to see the acid trip guy. He had followed me from the

 house.

 “Your marked.”

 That was all he said as walking up a little more towards me. What the hell 

was with this guy? How did he know about the mark on my left side. This was

 starting to freak me out.