Original Damaged: Story

[Diana]

DAMAGED
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PROLOGUE​

I sit on the end of my bed, my eyes fixated on the door. It scratch the rash on my neck and keep focus on the door. I've been waiting for hours. I've been sat here since four o'clock this afternoon, just waiting for them to arrive. I look down to my watch, it's now seven o'clock. They're late. The wall to my left catches my attention, the poster attached to the wall sickens me. I decide, that now, I don't like it. I stand, my legs feel weak. I slowly step over, trying not to look out the window and I look up at the poster. It stares back at me, disgustingly. I raise my hand to it, and rip it. It hangs loosely and I feel angered. I hit the wall and bang my head against it, I turn around push my back to the wall and slide down slowly. Black tears run down my cheeks, they sting. I throw my head into my hands and pull at my hair. The door creeks, I quickly look up at it. The black silhouette standing before it glares at me, I hastily push myself into the corner of the room. They've come. I shout at the shadow, I tell it to stay away. It approaches closer, I cry more, the stinging burns at my skin. I shut my eyes, and I try to think of happiness. The darkness cripples me. I curl, and scream.

CHAPTER ONE​

I walk to school, carrying my bag on my shoulder. People staring at me, as usual and it burns me, I feel their stares. I hurry towards school and it seems that everyone has gone inside, it begins to rain and I rush inside. I slowly walk down the corridor, it seems to get longer and darker. It's empty. I feel as if I'm the only one in this world. I look around, I'm definitely alone. I take out my MP3 player, and switch it on. My favourite song, Battle For The Sun, by Placebo plays before I put my headphones in. I fit them into my ear quickly and walk further down the twisting and winding corridor. I'm suddenly stopped by a group of girls. They look me up and down. The blondest and most make-up wearing grabs my arm. She pulls up my sleeve and turns my wrist over. She looks at my cuts, she laughs with the other girls. She pulls out my headphones and looks at me.

"Emo." She spits.

"Leave me alone." I mumble.

"What did you say?" She asks, tightening my wrist, adding. "Nothing. I knew it. Freak."

She takes my MP3 off me and walks away with the other girls, they don't look back, they just laugh. I fall to the floor. I cover my wrists and hide them under my sleeves and cry. More stinging tears. A door opens at the end of the corridor and the dark silhouette stands there. I get up quickly and run through the front entrance of the school. I run as fast as I can away from the monster, I run out of the gates and head away, I would go anywhere. I don't look back.

 

[Diana]

CHAPTER TWO​

I hid in a small alley, the dead end wall was my rest. I sit on the floor, wiping the tears off my face. I keep crying. I need to stop. I slowly come to my feet. The sun is shining so bright, I feel like a vampire when it touches my skin. The cars pass by me as I walk down the street in my school uniform. The people driving seem to be happy. I feel broken inside, damaged. I go through my bag and take out my drink. I wash it down my throat, I have never been so thirsty. The wind blows fast and my greasy hair is blown in all directions. It's almost time for lesson change, and I should be in school. But I don't want to be there. I wish I could go back home and tell everything to my mother, but she wouldn't understand. She would instantly turn against me, and be like the others. She'll call me a freak and push me away. I will forever be lonely. Nobody understands me, it hurts. The pain is unbearable. Ignorance is bliss they say...

School finishes. I can finally go home, I've waited hours for the day to end just so I can run home and pretend I've been there. I can relax, until tomorrow. I can't go back to school. It's going to happen again, and again and again. I run home, and as I reach the front door, the plastics walk by, luckily my mother opens the door and they walk off.

"Afternoon girls." She says, smiling.

They wave, and as soon as I can, I push by and get inside. My mother shuts the door and sighs. She watches as I put my bag on the floor and sit on the sofa and watch the television.

"Bad day?" Mother asks.

"No. It was good." I say, lying all the way through.

"Good." Mother replies, sounding rather glad.

I sit and watch the cooking channel, I wish I could tell my mother, but she wouldn't like it. She'd abandon me. Like my father has. He left us both, and it's... I can't tell her. I just can't. I pass through boredom and fall asleep.

 

[Diana]

CHAPTER THREE​

The clock slowly ticks as I watch the small hand go around and around, I stand and watch it for a few minutes. I notice my mother watching me in the corner of my eye. I dare not look, but she does. Her face looks shocked, I think she has suspicions. She steps in my room. She looks around, it's been ages since she was last in here. The floors is covered in clothes and mess. My drawers messed up and some posters ripped. She looks at me.

"What have you done?" She asks.

"I..." I try.

"Why would you do this to me?" Mother asks.

"I..." I try again.

"You know what? You are too selfish too care." She shouts, walking out.

I hit the wall and throw myself on my bed, my head buried in the pillow. I scream continuously. I get up and slam the door, before hitting it several times. I'm angered and sit in the corner. The tears running again. The light shines on my face, I rush and shut the curtains before walking to my bedroom mirror. I look at my reflections, my eyes wide and I watch myself.

"You...leave me alone. Let me live my life." I say.

I walk back and forth and return to the mirror, pushing my face against it. I look deep into my eyes and try to find my answers.

"There is nothing wrong with me. I'm fine, I'm normal." I say.

The door creaks open behind me, and my mother steps back in. She looks at me, staring into the mirror. She walks to my side, and turns me around. She slaps me across the face, and I fall to the floor.

"You...are sick. You have a problem, sort it out." She spits.

"Go away...leave me alone." I wimper, curling into the corner.

"Why can't you be a normal teenager? Why can't you be into sports and text your friends. Why can't you be a normal daughter!" She asks.

She glares at me before walking out my room. She slams the door and I hear her charge down the stairs. I cry to myself. I knew she'd turn against me, every has. If they haven't, they will. I think to myself.

"I am normal. I will be normal."