Miranda has a monster in her head...and she's afraid that it might destroy her.


5. Chapter 4

The final bell rings. I made it out of one hell. Now I have to go home to another. I race to the bus and claim my spot next to Peter. “Scoot!” I exclaim, throwing myself into the seat. Peter moves closer to the window, and I shift so I’m out of the aisle. Once I’m settled, I pull my phone and earbuds out of my pocket, turn off Airplane Mode, and open a playlist comprised of Linkin Park, Metallica, Three Days Grace, and other rock/metal artists. “Broken Glass” by Three Days Grace blasts into my ears, and I sit back as the bus doors close. I hum along to the opening lyrics, and Peter glances at me. He shows me his iPod screen, and I roll my eyes when I see that, as usual, he’s listening to “Light My Fire” by The Doors.  The kid’s obsessed with that song.

“‘All we are is broken glass, thrown to the floor, we were never meant to last’” I sing the chorus out loud, and Peter glares. “Stop singing.” I grin evilly and keep singing, just to annoy him. “‘Try to pick us up, you’re gonna cut yourself!’” His brown eyes widen, and he continues to glare at me. “I said, stop singing.” I smirk at him and shut up. It’s not long before the song transitions to “Nobody’s Listening” by Linkin Park. I lean my head back and close my eyes, sinking into the familiar beats and lyrics.

Four songs later, Peter’s poking me in the arm to let me know that his stop is coming up. Clutching my phone and bookbag, I stand as the bus pulls up to his stop. Once he’s out, I slide back into the seat and pause the Metallica song that’s playing. I put my earbuds in my bag and slide my phone into my pocket. As the bus nears my stop, I stand and pull my bag over my shoulder. I scowl at the weight of it and move out of the seat as the bus doors open. I walk home to hell.

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