This bitch.Is she trying to kill me?In this scenario, she is.But I don't believe it's my fault that Logan doesn't return her feelings."After that mental breakdown, I dropped out of school, I went on an extreme diet, and when that didn't work, I asked a family doctor to suck all my fat out, and while that, ask him to change my appearances on my face to keep me from looking like a bulldog." She put the gun aside and pulled out a compact mirror, looking at herself through it. She prepped herself. "Since I moved back to Long Beach, transfer to where I attended high school for all to admire me, boys and girls. I've become popular within a day. I was enjoying my great new life. Then when Logan and his brother transferred to our school, I was thrilled, more thrilled. I exploded with happiness. At first, he didn't know who I was, but that didn't matter as long I grasped this chance for him to be mine and only mine."Heather glanced away from her small mirror, gleaming with a sinister look
Shit! I'm going to die."Get up."I shiver in place."I said fucking get up!"I glare at her, telling her through my eyes I can't get up."Fuck!" Heather swore, pulled out the keys, and unlocked my hand. And at that moment, once the handcuff is off and with every bit of my strength force myself to push her out of the way. I hit her in the face with everything left in my body, from my brain to my feet. I ran.I heard her scream behind me, and fire shot. Luckily, she misses taking the shot.It was still dark out, and I was not stopping for anything and for sure as hell not taking my time to run. I have to get away fast. My limbs are starting to warm up since I'm outside. Only the nightly breeze is not much colder than a thousand-pound freezer, but I never thought I'd be here in Bun-Bun World."Effie, where are you?" Heather sang with a malicious tone, sending chills up my spine.I'm a bit weak, but I'm not stopping, no matter how much in pain. I turned to the corner and ran down to mor
I growl while my arm hurts like hell. I go numb in my arm where the bullet hit, and the heat of the blood flows on my skin like warm and thick metallic oil."Aphrodite," she snorts as I watch her eyes grow wide and buggy like a madwoman on drugs. "Why would your parents name you after a goddess? I find that very funny because you are not much of a beauty. I mean, look at you. You are all mar with scars. You are not just ugly but pitiful. Oh, don't worry, you won't suffer long looking like a scarecrow."Heather ran a finger down her gun with the same expression most women reserve for chocolate. She carefully waits and caresses the weapon as if it were a live pet. Heather ran her hand through her hair and let a giggle slip, soon followed by a snort. "My god, Effie. I can't handle that look of yours. It's just so," her tongue shot out to kick her thin slips. "Makes my skin crawl. Weak, fragile, and miserable. I love it!" She moans of her pleasure and giggles again with amusement, glaring
There was stillness on both sides. The hatred visible in the air would have been scarlet. Then sudden movement as Heather started to attack, running towards me, wailing like a crazy person. As she hit me, I did my best to dodge her fist at me, but she grabbed my hair and took a hit. I stumbled back and wiped the blood from my mouth. I seize the opportunity to counterattack once she tries another blow at me. I avoided it as it grazed my cheek, and I threw a fist at her stomach. As blood pooled in her mouth as I gagged. We stumbled apart for a brief second to catch our breaths before diving back at each other, eyes narrowed in determination.She aimed for my face again, and I dodged her fist and came up with my own, and for a brief instant, her hazel green eyes widened before she managed to tilt her head back and slam it into mine. I saw stars dancing around my vision, but I shook it off and gave a low kick as she fell back to the ground. I dropped my weight on top of her as we starte
"Heather, stop!" Logan yelled."Why? She is one of those people in the way of our love. She deserves to die like the rest of them." I looked up and saw her pupils dilated, and her eyes were about to pop out of the eye socket."Heather, please, don't hurt her.""Okay, if you say so, but on one condition."Logan looked at me, frantic. I shook my head, but he didn't get the memo. "Okay, as long as you don't hurt her. What is that condition?""You must tell Effie you don't love her and were only playing with her feelings.""Heather, don't-""Also," Heather cut him off. "I want you to kiss me.""You said one condition. You can't make me do this," Logan snarled."Okay fine," Heather squeezed my neck and placed her mouth into my ear. "I might as well blow her fucking brains out.""Okay, okay," Logan surrendered and let out a sigh. "I'll do it."I shook my head as he lowered his away from making eye contact with me."Yay!" Heather cheered loudly next to my ear. "I'm so excited. So, Logan, tel
Twelve years ago..."Oh my god!" I squealed in my kiddy car seat, kicking my feet and jumping up and down until my butt hurt in the back seat of my parents' Honda Civic. "My very own iPad. I must be the luckiest girl in the world!""Now, honey, just because we bought you an iPad, you know the rules," my Mom spoke in a severe tone while I ignored the warning of it."Yes, mommy. Use only on the weekends and holidays. I know, don't worry.""Love, let our princess enjoy her gift," Dad, with his British accent, made another turn on the curb on a tough rainy season. "She deserves it for being a model student. My little smart bumblebee."Today is my birthday, a perfect day turning six years old, and it had to rain. I don't get why God had to ruin my day for me. My Mom said he was crying because he was happy about this special day.My parents picked me up after choir practice, I was the youngest among the junior group at the church my family attended, and my Mom was one of those people who su
Twelve years ago...Long Beach Memorial Hospital - Patients Room.Feeling as if minutes passed by, I weakly opened my eyes to see nothing but blurred with a bright white dot, and all I could think was Tinkerbell. I fluttered my eyes a few times to clear my eyes, and finally, the light bulb came to view. I looked up at the ceiling and made my eyes burn. I squint. I woke up in an unfamiliar room of only white, no peels or dirt. There is no decoration except a borderline of pink and blue bunnies jumping in a line over light green grass.Two windows at my side with pink drapes covering the sun's brightness. Next to it was a water bag connected to clear tubes that drips water and beeping machines that mommy calls heart monitors that track your heart rate. A needle poking my arm with many stitches wrapped around it like long princess gloves, and seeing them made my stomach ache. I breathe only to find a tube in my nose that shoots air from another machine.The pain from my head hurts so b
Twelve years ago at The Brayden's Home - Foster Home. "Haha," Kenny laughed, pointing a finger at me. "You are a nobody and were left here. Nobody wants you." I hugged my legs, hiding behind the house of The Brayden, owned by George and Maggie Brayden. They were friendly, but the way they greeted me felt like those weirdo parents who kept their children sanitized from everything they touched. George was no muscle but short and tubby-like a gnome with a Super Mario mustache, and Maggie wore heavy make-up looking like 99 cents cheap doll. They were friendly, but I felt uncomfortable talking to them. Since I arrived without Ares and Athena because they were sent to different homes, I was scared. I was alone for the first time. "Look at those ugly scars! Ewww!!" He and the other kids older than me chorus, looking disgusted at my accident scars. I tried to cover them up, but my body was so small I could go up and run away. I went inside, and they followed me into the house and called m