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.
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