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You're  cold on the inside, there's a dog in your heart and it tells you to tear everything apart. My body's covered in teeth marks. Your bite is worse then your bark. You ruin everything you touch and destroy everyone you love, you're all over me
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  I parted with Henry to go to my homeroom, where I begin to start the same shit I have been doing for four years straight almost, exept it will soon be over and I'll leave. Finally.

Not that I have all the money in the world. Barely can even pay rent or go to school dances or so. But it is the will power, or whatever, that makes me leave. Yeah, I believe because I am gullible as always, someone could possibly just fucking found that on a Hallmark card.

But it doesn't matter to me. I have that little sliver of hope that comes from that and I just need something, something to make me go on. To actually try and give one shit.

As I sit in the back of the room, eighth period, I stared out the window, my hand holding a side of my face to keep it up. Wishing time slowed down.  Just a bit for me to savor it before I went to hell again. The traumas, the fears, insecurities.

'Crazy how girls my age worry about possibly if a guy likes her back or if her breast are growing- even if the newest clothes are out. While I just pass each class like a ghost and think about ending it all, knowing no one will love me, wondering if one day I'll be forced to leave my house. Maybe even if we will run out of food....funny.'

I thought to myself as I stared at the summer sun kissing the trees in the field and the sky being clearer then any thing and the warm feeling in my chest as the grass blew a bit from the wind.

Just the perfect day.

I sighed a bit as a smile touched my lips and more thoughts ran through my head, more lighter this time.

"Scarlet, is their anybody home in that empty mind of yours, plastic?"

I stopped daydreaming to look up and meet the eyes of Josh Finn.

Josh Finn, the worse asshole that you'll ever know. He is my horrid torchuristic bully and never leaves me alone. In any state or mind. Josh had green eyes like a Rose's stem and designer clothes on that was probably more expensive then my life.

His whore girlfriend, Jessica was besides him. Jessica's blonde hair was in a messy, cute bun. Her perfect skin looked, not going to lie, nice with her outfit. Which was a short flowy dress, in a tint of pink. Her chocolate brown eyes had an emotion of sympathy, like the memories flashed in her mind,  but her lipgloss lips told another story as they held  a taunting smirk.

Me and Jessica used to be friends, but then one day she spread a rumor of me being fully gay behind my back in eighth grade. Not that she is wrong. I am bi, but doesn't mean she has the right to do that to me. She was my crush at that time and it left me heartbroken. I told her it was fully off, our friendship, and wrote her a letter when I was cool  and told her she means alot to me, but that broke my heart and she shouldn't have did that if she loved me back. She has been  pissed ever since.

Not that I feel don't feel guilty, I do. Maybe there is an emotion inside of me that tugs to want to put my lips on hers. Because I can forget, but she can't forgive.

I stayed silent and put myself in an orderly style and got out of there before I could get harass, which shockingly, I was let off the hook. For a few seconds the memory of her face stayed in mind before I shook it off.

'one more fucking period, you can do this, you can do this....oh God, if you are out there, anyone, make sure I can make it...or at least make sure Henry knows tha-'

I grabbed the door knob, that was cool, and gave it a soft tug before swiftly entering my ninth period class. My teacher gave me a look from the front of the room, but I looked down and stepped towards my desk quickly as possible. I hate the staring eyes. The silent judgement in the stale air that I breathe in and makes me fidget and uncomfortable.

The feeling washed away smoothly as a knife to butter. Everyone went to what they were doing. Doodling, listening, whispering, or taking notes- maybe more on passing them.

I did what I did all the time, going ahead. Not in an asshole way, but because I knew it already. I am not dumb.

That's why I'm probably more hated on because I am the smartest in all of my classes and won't even hesitate to let people copy me. It is an automatic no.

'This is a writing class, why don't you let your mind think of something out there and letting it drip out onto your arms till it reaches your hand where it holds a pen and your creativity flows on to the page with the pen in words? Why be held back from it?

Oh.

Everyone is controlled or in a box. That imaginary box, the one that makes you want to, no, have to do it this way or so. Some people can get out of the box. But put back. For me, I don't see it. I don't see the fucking box or point of being in it.

That's what's wrong with me.'

Ding. Ding. Ding.

The bell rang for the final time for the day and students shuffled out of the room as I slowly packed up.

"Need help Belleze?" A voice said with a flirty voice.

I rolled my eyes at Henry, but my lips formed a smile and my chest held a warm feeling on the inside.

Someone cares, see Scarlet?

Before I could respond he picked up the rest of my books and made it to the door. I smiled even more at the boy.

Silly, silly boy, always making my heart flip. Our friendship never had bumps in the road, always smooth and steady. How he is such a good friend to me...

I walked beside him as we went to my red locker, like everyone else's, that was down the hall and around the corner before I dropped my bookbag in it and only taking a book or two, since I finished all my homework in class.

Henry did what he does always, slips his arm around mine and walking with me out of the school.

When we walked down the concrete stairs, about fourteen or so, and he let go of my arm. It disappoint me in a way like it was a good bye for ever. I know it is stupid, but he is all that I have. All I need. From the snakes, the players, bullies, he is there. Protecting me, everything. Just that paranoia that creeps at my thoughts that he is leaving and not looking back. Ever. Which is simply impossible in my mind, but isn't technically impossible.

I shook my head a bit before turning to face Henry as the sun hit his eyes, which made them have a beautiful shine over his blue eyes. Like a blue ocean and the sun kissing it so delicately and roughly at the same time.

Perfectly.

We looked into each others eyes for a moment before he ended the silence and spoke in his low, smooth voice.

"Well, ma'am, I see that it is the time where I must ride off into the next town, the sheriff needs me, but shall not worry my love, I shall bring my best horse out of horses when I see you, and you'll be in the most fanciest dresses, if I say so, and we will ride into the sunset."
Henry said in this most horrible cowboy voice and tipping an imaginary cowboy hat.

My chest spasm with happiness and laughter; which made me giggle wildly.  He swung me around in a hug before meeting my eyes.

"Of course, my fair protector, remember me and take my snot napkin made out of fabric as a memory of me." I responded with a worse maiden voice as I smiled with him.

Time for him to laugh and nodding before saying a real goodbye. Then, he walked away. I stayed there as the memory played again.

I walked myself away from the area where the memory played out, and where I will meet my doom.

I opened the door, knowing I won't get a response, and silently closed it.

I sighed and drew an open hand through my hair.  I took off my shoes and placed them nicely next to the door, like always.

I walked upstairs and fell on my bed, with the books still with me. Just the feeling of laying down feels like a fucking privilege.

I guess I dozed off, into my own thoughts as they consumed me.

The only thing that woke me up was screaming. A child's scream, like they are being torchured and traumatized. I shot up in the darkness as if someone had turned the lights off for me, probably mother, who tries to not use alot of energy.

My eyes burned to the sensation of it being in the dark and adjusting.

"Mother?" I called out.

I feared of getting out of bed.

I noticed my door was open, from the different shades of darkness and noticed the hall lights were off.

I heavily breathed from a breath that I didn't seem to notice I hitched onto.

I had an uneasiness in my mind.

'its a murderer, it isn't going to answer you. "Oh yeah, I'm downstairs making a sandwich, want one?" No, it's obviously going to prey on your fear and
then attack you when your weak.'
 
The wails and screaming of a child entered my ears as I heard scratching on the walls.

"NO DADDY! PLEASE, NO! PLEASE!"

My body locked in place and my mind raced as I was sitting up. I felt sick, as if I was going to throw up the nothing in my stomach and more.

The light touch of cold hands touched my shoulder and the whispering got louder.

I screamed as loud as possible as it clawed at my skin, making me even more scared.

I jumped out of bed, despite the fact my body locked. I fell to the ground and the same chilling hand grabbed my foot.

I shrilled a scream I never had the guts to scream as I reached for the lightswitch.

It didn't work.

"Your with me now Scarlet, play with me Scarlet..."
A young innocent girl called out to me.

I had the most chilling feeling as I felt it wasn't really there. Or I am dreaming.

I know for a fucking fact that if you die in your dream, you die in real life.

I instead of wasting time, I began to run blindly down the hallway with my hands in front of me.
The even fact that I can have a chance of wrapping my hands  this thing, gives me a huge fear of my death.

The voice got louder, to the point of ears bleeding and more disfigured and couldn't tell or assume what age or gender, nothing, of what it was.

I began to tumble as I ran like a chicken without a head and screamed as I hit every bruise and fear of breaking bones.

I know from then on, it wasn't a dream and it is really happening to me.

I cried out as I finally hit the floor and tears ran down my face. It was completely dark and no one is here, where are they?

I didn't care about the ping of guilt of leaving them. I knew they would do the same and let me die.

I know they don't care.

So, barefooted, I scrambled for the door.

The relief that filled my senses is amazing as I grabbed the metal door knob and begin to flip out as the arms of whatever wrapped around me as I tried to unlock the door.

"Play with me, don't you want to play with me Scarlet?"

It finally unlocked and I screamed, "FUCK NO!"

With a gush of wind hitting my skin as I slammed open the door. The arms restraint me and like thorns picked at my skin, making tiny cuts as I tried to get out of the hold.

"Now! Stop, let me go!" I clawed back and the arms unwrapped from me and screamed back at me in that child voice again.

I hurried with the time I had and jumped out of the house, a few inches before slamming the door on whatever the hell it is.

The pain seared at me, but I kept moving with my bare feet, just the feeling of being out of that house.

'Goddamn, who ever watches over us does a fucking shitty job at keeping me safe and sound...Jesus Christ.'

I didn't have a plan where to go.

Where could I go?

I was a girl with nappy hair, blood all over, and ripped clothing. Oh yes, doors will be wide open to a crazy looking person.

Then the popping thought was placed and my feet began to work without thought and a few blocks later, I was standing in front of his house.

I hurried and knocked on the door with urgent, agressive hands.