The Girl With The Dragon's Blood

I finally got up and picked up my bag that had fallen on the floor. The shell broke and I felt the pain of my wounds. I gasped silently and winced as I made my way back to my locker. I pulled out my sketch pad and drawing kit and shoved them in my bag and slung it over my shoulder. I walked into the bathroom and took a look at myself and grimaced.
My nose was bruised and there were blood trails leading down my face. I had a gash on my forehead from one of the girls rings and my lip was busted. They had ripped through the long sleeves on my black shirt and there were claw marks running down my arms. Large bruises started forming and my back legs and face and a spark of anger formed in my core. I looked into my own golden eyes and saw the anger growing.
I tossed my long white hair into a messy bun and ran out of the building knowing that if I didn't get home I would lose my control and hurt someone. I sprinted out to my black Chevy corvette convertible and sprang in. In a matter of seconds I had the car on and was speeding out of the school parking lots. I finally reach my house and didn't bother grabbing my stuff. I just ripped the keys out of the ignition and ran inside up to my room. Once there I could feel what was left of my control leaving and I picked up the lamp beside me and threw it. I screamed in anger before I ran to my bathroom and felt underneath my sink and tore the razor I store there away. I grasped it in my hands and quickly stripped my pants before running a dozen lines across my thighs. Sighing as I felt the beasts rage ebb I let the razor slip from my fingers before jumping in the shower to wash off the excess blood. /You can't keep me caged for long princess. The time is nearing when you will be mine. / the beast snarled with a laugh. I calmly ignored it and got out of the shower and began cleaning and bandaging my legs.
I finished that and then went to put on clothes in my room. I picked out a black tank tip and black ripped skinny jeans and slid them on before styling my hair and fixing my makeup. I heard my mother walk in the door and walked down the grand staircase to see her. My mother was a prominent figure in society. She owned a very elite expensive clothing line and it allowed she and myself to live the life of the rich and famous. Only I made sure to neglect the famous part.
My mother and I are surprisingly close but I still don't tell her everything. She knows I get bullied at school but after the tenth time of going to the school board and nothing happening we managed to deal with it on our own. She set down her bag and looked up at me and sighed before approaching me and looking at my wounds. "How long today?" She asked. "5 minutes. This time it was Corey's gang. I swear they draw names out of a hat to decide who's turn it is." I replied in a tired voice.
Corey and her group were one of the many that beat me up. Truly in all it wasn't as many people as it used to be ever since i hurt that girl. Most of them were terrified of me now and some of them channeled their fear into their hits. "We'll at least it's you birthday on Friday. And I have a present that should make you happy." She said with a small smile. She went to her purse and pulled out two tickets and something on lanyards. "That band you like those Black Veil Brides boys are playing a concert in town this weekend and I got you and Christi tickets and backstage passes for the show." SHe said in an excited voice.
"Wow mom thank you! This is great Christi will be so excited!" I said hugging her. I looked down at my phone and told mom I had to go pick Christi up for our annual Monday dinner. On my way out the door I grabbed the tickets and passes an jumped in the car and soon arrived at Christi's house. The small girl raced out and jumped over the door and into the car. Christi was almost my exact opposite.
She had short spikes black hair and warm chocolate brown eyes. Where I was tall an curvy she was petite and skinny but in a beautiful doll way. The only thing we really had in common was our style. Black outfits. And thick artful makeup to show we don't give a damn what others think. Bvb was my friends absolute obsession so I turned in my seat and looked her in the eyes smiling. "How much do you love me?" I asked innocently.
She looked at me "The girls at school get you again?" She asked ignoring my question "And I bet you still didn't cry no matter how bad it looks like it hurt." She stated shaking her head at me.
"True but seriously. How much do you love me?" I asked again.
"Enough to hide Corey's dead body for you if that's what we're talking about." She said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes and pulled out the ticket and passes. "Nope but it's me you and the loves of your life this weekend babe." I said dangling the objects in front of her face. She shrieked in joy and tackle hugged me across the seat before sounding off a chorus of thank yous and squealing like a toddler. I just laughed and drove to the restraint for dinner listening to her go on about CC this and Jinxx that and how wonderful Andy's hair was.

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