Chapter one: by books and music
As Dex woke up, she had this feeling something good might happen.
She got dressed in tight black jeans, a black pierce the veil shirt, a black leather jacket, lots of bracelets, and black combat boots.
As she got on the bus for school, she was tripped and all her books fell. She already knew who tripped her. Crystal, the queen bee has hated her since, ever, And Dex had no idea why. But, when she looked up, it wasn't Crystal. It was Travis.
The cutest boy in her grade.
Travis picked up her arm and slide off all her bracelets, revealing all the scars she has made over the past two years.
Everybody started laughing.
Dex is so very sensitive, so she ran off of the bus, crying.
She decided to stay home after all.
She ran up to room, to meet her only friend.
The shiny, silver blade was staring back at her, mocking her.
She slowly brought it up to her wrist, making a small cut. She felt satisfied as she watched the blood trickle down her arm, into the sink. She continued making a breathe taking amount of cuts. It had been the only way to show her feelings without actually Showing them.
No one knew of her little obsession, her drug, her (In some weird way) happiness.
Nobody actually knew until Travis took all her bracelets.
The leather jacket, that he took off of her was the only thing she had left of her father, Sad yes but somewhat special to her, Like a weird magical memory you never wanna get rid of, even though it makes you sad.
Her mother was living in L.A., with her step-dad. Her real father, has been dead for about two years, when it all started.
The bulling, the hate, the names, it all got too much for her to handle.
\But, this was her favorite month and nobody....nobody would stop her from being out and about in October.
Halloween was only a couple days away and she had no idea what she was going to be yet.
It was a tie between the Red Queen or a Gothic Alice. She kept trying different makeup ideas, but overall, she just might hand out candy or do something like that.
Halloween was the one time of the year she felt as if she belonged. Now, thinking about it, made her scared. 'What if someone recognized me? What if someone saw the cuts? What if I ran into him? What if the costume was terrible? What if.... All these what ifs ran through her head, the blade still in her hand.
She jumped when she heard a loud thump. Now, being home alone is scary, especially when you here a noise.
It sounded like it was coming from her balcony. Yes, she was rich. Or, just about. Her father left her and her sister $1,000,000 to spend on a home, food, cloths, all that. They only had about $1,000, and in her family, that got you nowhere.
With the blade now on the ground, she reached under the sink for the little dagger her sister got her for when she was home alone. Now, she also had a gun, and a permit for all the weapons her and her sister had gotten from her father. She walked over to the balcony, only to see rocks being thrown at it. She opened the door, and for the first time in years, she spoke.
"I swear if it's Crystal I will come down there. I don't care what you think," she spoke her mind. For the first time in two years, she felt like she could stand up to anyone, besides Travis.
She would never, ever, ever speak to him, not after what he's done to her after all these years. But, it wasn't Crystal. It was the person she forgot knew her address.
"What a nice way to greet someone, now isn't it," he spoke to her without being mean, for the first time in two years. He actually spoke to her. She may look good, but as the song goes, 'Good girls are bad girls who haven't been caught,'