Living a Life of Undefined Fear

With the moon starting to disappear behind the clouds, I walk alone along the pavement. It was another twenty minutes until my I will reach my house, I think anyway, and the wind was beginning to blow harder.

‘Deep breathes, in and out,’ I told myself trying to ignore the random animal noises I am hearing. ‘It don’t mean anything, just ignore the voices, ignore the glares.’ I recollect about my day, and I felt my cheeks become warm. I took in a deep breath and start to walk faster.

“Ew, what is she wearing?” a blonde girl asked bitterly, pointing at my black shirt I had draped over my torso.

“Who cares, look at her hair, it’s three different colors,” a guy stopped and joined the girl. Criticizing my cloths were one thing, but when the snotty students, wearing bright blues, pinks, Hollister and American Eagle began to insult my hair was something more.

“What? You aren’t used to someone else looking prettier?” I sneered, hugging my math book to my chest.

“Haha, that was funny! You ugly little…” her tongue was stopped by a guy with shorts and red te-shirt who walked by, then she continued “Slut, just go back where you came from,” the blond glared at me with resentment glazing her pale blue eyes.

Rolling my eyes, I couldn’t help but giggle, “Me? A slut, you need a little less dye in your hair next time blondie, because it’s starting to get to your brain… well what’s left.” People were horrible to me, not my whole life, just recently. Because of students like her, labels killed my life. I was forced to move three times the past two years because of the taunting, the difference I made in a school.

“You-” her voice was cut off, maybe her brain had stopped working. She was silent, her mouth hung open, and then she turned around, flipped me off, and walked away.

Something bad was going to happen this year, a new school, and people aren’t going to change for me, I thought to myself, the yellow math book digging into my chest.

The noises grew louder and my purple Chuck Taylor’s hit the gravel, making me unstable. Making more noise than the creatures around me, I began to hum one of my favorite songs, hoping it’d calm me down. Nothing would work, and still the scatters and hoots continue vociferously.

My steps are becoming louder, straining my ears, remembering what the kids had done to me early today. The way they kidnapped me and dumped me in the forest, blindfolded. They hate the new girl and town, and left her alone and defenseless.

“That’s not a very good idea,” a brunette stood beside the blond from earlier, hatching a plan.

“Whatever, don’t come then Sheri,” the blond said coldly, tossing her locks behind her and walking to a truck full of people.

“Come on Sher!” a guy yelled. Sheri was hesitant, but finally, she joined her group in the bed of the truck, and off they sped, looking.

I was walking home from school, alone. It was a nice day out, the sun wasn’t too bright and the wind wasn’t blowing too harsh, it was cool and calm.

Hearing something fall behind me, I turned around, face to face with a girl that had short brown hair.

“Umm, hello?” I asked.

“Hi… I don’t know your name… but I’m not a bad person, really. And I’m so sorry for what happened earlier,” her mouth moved so fast, it was hard to tell that she was speaking English.

“Rebecca.. is my name. And are you referring to that blond gi-” the sentence couldn’t be completed because of a red truck full of people roared beside me.

“Now!” Before I realized what was happening, I was being shoved into a truck bed, completely blind.

“What the hell?! Who are you people?” I screamed, fighting back. Shooting my legs around, I tried to get out of their grip, but it was useless. The hands were strong, and the next thing I remember was being dropped on my head.

Now in a sprint, I hear a girl laugh, then a guy. They are surrounding me now. There was nothing left I could do, but run faster, faster, faster. Once I came to realize I was lost in the unfamiliar town, once again, I try to stop. Because of speed I was going and my sudden urge to look around me, I fell, face first, in the blacktop.

The warm tears were still going down my face, only coming out quicker. “All I want is this to be over,” I told myself, looking around the dimly lit street.

“Over? Then leave, emo queer,” a guy’s voice verbalized.

The words struck my heart and I tried to stand up. My knees broke from under me, and rocks were establishing a home at my body. Within a few moments, the rocks grew larger, hitting my face, bare arms, and legs.

Begging them to stop, I covered my face, feeling the dirt from the street pour over me, “Stop, please!”

Terrorizing a helpless girl was something people in this town were good at, they weren’t used to having something different, unique in the schools with them. “Just as soon as you leave!” a familiar voice yelled. That brunette.

I felt eyes glaring at me, but the stones ceased. A sharp pain found its way into my ribs and I felt my head thumping against the cold road. All around me, the kicks came more and more, faster, harder, it seemed like it was never going to end.

Finally, what seemed like centuries later, they left me alone. There I was, lying on the ground, wearing my heart on my sleeve, about to bleed out. No one cared about me, I was too much not like them. Just another face that they didn’t care if they killed or tormented, was what they say in me? They didn’t see me; they say a creature of the dark. No one mentioned to me, that life would turn around and kill your dreams. No one told me that people were heartless assholes who cared only for themselves. No one encouraged me to be the same, clone-like woman that only cared about herself. I was told everyone was the same, inside and out. What a lie they told me. The one thing I wish they would’ve informed me was life is hell.

A/N: SO this chapter isn't really a chapter at all, but a revision (is that a real word?) of the story. I didn't want to post over the real version, because it has a special place in my heart. Hehe... soo i'm still looking for a beta...anyone? Now CLICK it! the review button, you knwo you want to.