"Live while we are young " by one direction blasted through my alarm clock, jolting me awake from my nightmare filled sleep. It's way too cheery for me. I should have put something like "Angel of Darkness." That would have probably suit me better. Groggily, I reached my hand to my mobile and checked the time. Time to get up.
Reluctantly, I dragged myself from my Queen sized bed, wincing at the stiffness in my muscles. My body was still sore from the last fight.
Getting to my full-length mirror, I cringed. I looked like a hobo. My bright red hair a bird's nest and my dark eyes had shadows underneath. My skin looked even more paler than usual and there were blue and purple bruises up my arms. There was a bruise on my jaw too from the punch it had received.
I sighed and trudged in my luxury bathroom. Running a hot shower, I stepped underneath. The warm water washing away the stiffness in my muscles. I relaxed feeling better. After my regular necessities I stepped out with a towel wrapped around me.
Dressing wasn't much of a choice. I pulled on a pair of black leggings and an over sized grey sweatshirt with 'geek' written on it. It covered my bruises nicely. I slipped on my fake black glasses, fake light green braces and my trusty doc martens. I slapped on a considerate amount of foundation on to hide the purple and blue bruise on my jaw. After blow drying my hair I put it in a low ponytail.
If you haven't realized yet, I am supposedly a 'nerd'. Why you ask? Well that's for my safety. I mean I don't want gangs on my tail now do I? Since I am the best and the undefeated fighter, the gangs are either wanting to kill me or welcome me in their gangs. I don't like either so I do everything I can to keep my identity a secret.
I sighed. Another day of hell and pretending to be vulnerable. Let's just hope the day is at least bearable.
I walked down the spiral stair case to my huge but empty mansion as Rebecca,my caretaker was on a holiday and my parents were rarely home. It was so eerie and silent that I shuddered. All I need is a ghost and it will turn into a classic horror movie although I don't think the mansions are that modern in the movies.
Sometimes I wonder what it's like to have a normal family. A warm welcome to go home to. A mother to cook and care for you. A father to support and help you. A brother to protect and annoy you. A warm home filled with living people who love each other.
The people who have them it's no big deal for them. The people who don't they cease to care and try to numb their pain by different activities but for the people who once had them, it's worse. They always remember how different their home was, all the memories are like a constant heart ache, always ready to make them feel the immense pain. They feel like a rag doll which has been sewn only to be torn apart again. A shattered piece of china. An unhealed wound. I am one of them.
Once we were a happy family too. I had loving parents, a rich status, an adoringly annoying older brother. I had it all. My life was like a blooming flower. But then everything was too perfect. Life had to play it's cruel tricks on me.
That night my brother died in a car accident, my life took a 180* turn. It completely turned my world upside down.
I was 14 then. My brother, Cole, had just got his license and we were heading towards the cinema to have some sibling time since he was about to go to college soon. How would I have known that we would never get to watch that movie let alone he would be able to go to college?
He died that day, his left side smashed due to the force of the impact of the accident. I still remember it all and for a year I had nightmares about the whole thing. I had to meet a psychiatrist to tackle my situation.
There was no one to comfort me.I was alone with my pain and my broken self. The worst part was that I had survived the incident while he hadn't. Guilt still clawed at my throat when I thought about it. So often had I asked Why me? Yes indeed. Why me?
I wiped away a tear that I hadn't noticed fall down my cheek. I stared at the picture of my parents. My 'mum' was a famous designer who had boutiques all over the world and my 'dad' was one of the best architects which was why they were too engrossed in work to care about their only daughter.
The reason they had abandoned me was that my father blamed me for his death. He hated the fact that I was the survivor while his son had died. They had buried themselves in their work to forget about their pain. They didn't think about mine.
For months, I had to attend meetings with the psychiatrist in order to get rid of my depression and the daily nightmares. Every night I slept, the whole accident played in my mind like a tape that refused to switch off. And every night I woke up sobbing or screaming. I knew my brother would have comforted me if he was there. My parents knew it too but they choose to forget me.
Tears threatened to spill from my eyes but I composed myself. I wasn't weak. I was the best street fighter, the girl who never showed emotions. I couldn't afford to break down now. I had build these walls carefully I wasn't going to let them crumble. I took a deep breath to calm myself.
The reason I learned to fight was because it numbed my pain. The physical pain distracting me from my inner one. I gladly welcomed the pain, the sweat, the blood. It all offered me a refreshment from my broken self.
Forcing myself out of my thoughts, I trudged in to the kitchen glancing at the clock. No time for having a proper breakfast or I had be late and nerds are never late. So I just popped a toast in my mouth, grabbed my keys and exited the house.
I made my way to my garage and looked at my collection of expensive cars. My gaze lingered on my red Ferrari, but I could just imagine the reactions of my school fellows if I pulled into the school in that. Sighing I made my way to my old blue mini van.
Hopping in, I turned on the radio and blasted songs from JB and Little Mix. I love their songs no matter how old they are. Specially "Let me love you." and "DNA". These two never get old.
I pulled into the school parking lot and parked in the last row. I made my way through the school doors, ignoring the insults thrown at me. Geez these people really need to learn how to whisper. I kept my head up high. Big mistake. A couple of seniors tripped me making me fall on my face.
Thanks to my sharp reflexes, I managed to fall on my hands, narrowly avoiding smashing my glasses. I straightened and brushed invisible dust from my clothes. Did I forgot to mention literally the whole school, except my best friend Victoria or Tori as I called her, joins in my bullying? Even the teachers did nothing to stop them.
If I was allowed to show my true identity, I would have beat the shit out of every single one. Oh how I wanted to beat the crap out of our Queen B and her not-so-intelligent minions.
I spotted Tori straight way because of the vibrant color of her hair. She had electric blue hair with turquoise highlights. She had large brown eyes and is genuinely attractive. Most people consider her as a fool for being friends with a loser like me. But Tori is the only one who knows my secret identity.
"Hey Cassy." Tori chirps straightening herself from her locker. I smiled." Sup." I said as she hugged me. "You did great last night. Showed that asshole his place." She says with a grin. "I sure did." I answered opening my locker to pull out my books.
We heard a group of seniors chatting about my recent fight as they passed us. It was pretty weird hearing people talk about you in that way. I mean they were bullying the same girl in school that they were admiring in the ring. Just for the record, half of our school piles in to watch S.D fight. As you can see I am really popular in that way. Cool, I know.
"Hey did you hear a couple of new students are coming? The rumors are all over the school that they are in a gang. And they are hot." Tori informs me . I frown. "Students in the middle of the semester? That's weird. "
"That's all you can say? What about the rumor about them being in a gang? Or about being hot? " Tori asks impatiently.
"Rumors are just rumors." I deadpan. Tori sighs. " I guess. I will see you at lunch."
We said goodbye and I pull out stuff for my first class. The sooner I get out of here, the better.
Straightening my clothes I make my way to my first class, Maths. Nice day, isn't it? Note the sarcasm.