Killing Lies Chapter One

Darkness surrounded me. I was alone. Falling, into nowhere...

I sat up in bed, my dream waking me. I was breathing heavy. How could that have scared me? It was just... black. Why would that scare me?

*Clunk* *Clunk* *Clunk*

Uh-oh. My dad. I jumped out of bed and ran to my bedroom door. Before I could open it, he came stumbling in. Dave, my dad, spelled strongly of beer. His eyes red, puffy, and blood-shot. Well, it was obvious he was drunk. 

Dave cam towards me and slung his arm around my shoulder. I stiffened, and leaned away trying not to smell him. 

"Hey Silver... my little play toy." 

This is what happened every morning. I hated my life. Hated it, hated it, hated it so much. It wasn't fair, that I had to get stuck with an abusive, alcohol-loving father, and a drug addict mother. 

At my old schools, these teachers signed me up for these stupid 'family problem' group. It's where you discuss your 'issues' and they 'help' you. None of those worked out well for me, considering I never talked. Admitting all these things in my life was... hard to do in front of people. 

I pushed Dave's arm away, and he fell to the floor. Problem was, it was cement, and his head hit the floor. He groaned, and started snoring. Pathetic.

I walked over to my closet, picking the only two items of clothes I had. A dark blue Hollister tee-shirt, and some ripped, faded, flare jeans. 

After I was dressed, I walked over to my mirror and put on some black eyeliner. Looking at my reflection almost made me cry. I had a scar by my eye, that had been my dad's fault, and one by my lip. My mother did that on accident. 

Did I mention today was the first day of school? Well, it is. Dreading it, I walked to the Kitchen. My mother was at the table, head down, and a bag of weeds by her hand. More drugs.

I looked around for my backpack, it was sitting on a chair. Quickly, I grabbed it and ran outside.

The wait for the bus wasn't that long, about 5 minutes. When it pulled up, the doors opened, and relieved what looked like a 85 year-old women driving. She motioned me inside, and I did what she asked.

When I got in the bus, everybody stopped talking and looked at me. Of course. 'The Weird New Girl.' I looked around and found the only empty seat in the very back. As I descended towards it, everybody's eyes followed me. Great.

I sat down just as I noticed one more student getting on the bus. He was just... so perfect. Snow white skin, a concentrated look on his face, black eyes. My heart was beating ten times too fast. Why? He was coming to sit next to me. It seemed like he got to me too fast for a normal human. Though, I didn't care.

"May I sit here?" He asked in a stone cold voice. It was like morning doves dying. 

I nodded. He sat down. The rest of the bus ride to school, nobody talked.