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Dreadlocks

Summary:
Bella life is far from perfect. Her different apearence and personality makes her stand out from the usual crowd. One night a gang of ordinary school kids try to murder her. But, her 'prince charming' turns up and saves her. Happy endings? Far from it...


Notes:
I hope you like this story. It's gonna be different from the usual stuff I do. A change. I think its going to be better too, I can relate more to Bella.


1. Running

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I can’t say that I’m happy with my life, because that would be a lie. Everyday is a repeat, it’s like I have it on script. Although, whenever the white light beckons me in I refuse to go. That’s what always gets to me. One small factor in my life prevents me on crossing over land, from leaving the world. One small factor which I can’t seem to pinpoint.

So while I’m running for my life I don’t understand why I don’t let them get me. I would have nothing to loose, and it would only make my life better. I would let them push me into the night blue waves and hold my head under until I stopped squirming. Stopped kicking. Stopped fighting. Stopped breathing…

This type of embarrassment and denial couldn’t be classed as bullying anymore, it was far too violent and hurtful; both physically and mentally. No, this wasn’t bullying, this was murder. I new they weren’t going to stop when they won the fight, they would only stop when the victim was stone-cold dead.

The long golden, sandy beach stretched on ahead of me, it was never ending. Although, it would have to stop at some point. After all, the beaches in Devon didn’t continue forever. The sun was setting low in the sky, near to sunset, it would be dark soon. They would be at full advantage. The soft, blue waves crashed loudly on the shore, spraying wet drops all over my black clothes.

I knew all too well why they found amusement in my pain. It’s because I’m different. Too different. People found major discomfort with looking at people like me, personally I had no idea why. We spoke like normal people, and we acted like human people… but then our emotions take over, causing us to do inhuman things.

I’m emo.

These ‘super-bullies’ never take a day off, and their guard is never let down. They think just because I don’t look like them, listen to the same music as them, or think like them, then I should deserve to be evacuated. I am still human, and I do everything a normal human should do. But, it’s their definition of ‘human’, and, unfortunately, I’m not in the category.

The jagged cliff face stopped me in my tracks, leaving me attackable from all sides. My heart thudded loudly in my chest, and the blood pumped hard behind in my ears, making it impossible to hear.

The whole scene seemed to change within seconds. The waves didn’t seem so innocent anymore, and they now boomed violently with the tide. The sun-setting sky had now gone, leaving a grey, cloudy sky. The white moon was visible from behind the clouds. A full moon. Golden sand had now turned into quick sand, that I protested to give in to.

A short run away five figures sprinted towards me, smiles occupied their lips. They soon stopped when they came into contact with me - one by one halting. Lauren, Jessica, Mike, Ben and Angela - the schools living nightmare…My living nightmare.

The first thing I saw was Mike and Ben gingerly picking me up, the next, cold waves rushing around my face. Then they disappeared into the night, laughing with amusement.

Freezing water leaked into my air ways. I tried to cough the cold liquid back up, but my body was protesting. The below freezing waves had already made my body numb and stiff, I’m sure it wouldn’t take long until I was completely unconscious. My flying arms made no difference stopping me from bobbing below the surface.

Looked like I was getting my death wish, whether I disliked the idea or not. I was sure that I wouldn’t live to see tomorrow. Although this saddened me it didn’t make me weep. There was nothing to live for and I am sure that nothing exciting would come along soon either. These fifteen years would be my only form of life. I guess its bad luck that I had wasted them. But, I didn’t worry about that now, for I had to say my goodbyes and farewells.

I then gave up. I felt the coldness seep into every pore in my body, filling my insides with the sea. I then let my head fall underneath and my breathing stopped. This was it.