The Beautiful Undead

The beginning of a adventure

My clothes dripping with blood. Bodies around me. My eyes filled with tears. I clench my fist with vengeance, hopelessness, sadness and fear.I wiped the blood and tears from my eyes. I thought getting revenge would help but it didn't. I wasn't always like this. I use to be just the girl who sat in the back of the class and was called emo on how i dressed and acted. I painted my nails black. Had black hair that fell just past my chest. I wore black clothings or really anything i could find in my wardrobe. I was different from most though. I never had a rough home life though. I was an only child so no annoying siblings bothered me like my friend Cara. She had a little brother who would taunt her and she would end up throwing a book at his head and get in trouble. And here parents would yell "Cara lynn!" as her brother would cower behind her mom and she would be infuriated and stay in her room for the night. Cara was like me though. We have been best friends since the first grade. We stuck together at school so if any of those prissy popular girls came to make fun of us we had eachother. But it all started freshman year. It was frightening going to a big high school that had more kids to torment me and Cara. Cara was actually a pretty girl and was very unique but in the most beautiful way. She had chestnut brown hair that fell just below her shoulders. It was as soft as dogs hair after you brush and feed the dog a load of bacon to get that shininess. She dressed the same as me though. The first day of freshman year was the up most annoying. I woke up the loud alarm and i would rather have someone yell "wake up!" then hear that annoying alarm clock go off. It was one of those cheap alarm clocks so there were dents, scratches and chips in it from me throwing it when it would go off. I slam my hand down on the alarm clock as hard as i could because of the annoyance of the sound. I run my fingers through my hair to get it out of my eyes because i had MAJOR bed head. I never understood though how your hair could get so messed up while peacefully sleeping. i guess that's something that has always boggled my mind. I slip on my black skinny jeans and struggled to get them on. I pulled and tugged and even got on my back on my bed and started wiggling till they finally slipped around my waist. Now the only problem i had now was buttoning the damn things. I would rather baptize a cat then have to do this every damn morning. I threw on a plain black t-shirt. I put my friend ship necklace that Cara also has around my neck. I would make it so cinched around my neck that it looked like a choker. It glimmered in the morning sunlight. The charm on the necklace was this rustic moon. It looked like it was handmade and hand sculpted just for me. Cara had a sun that was gold and not as silver as mine but still looked rustic and beautiful and matched her hazel eyes. After contemplating all that could go wrong at school i go to the bathroom to freshen up. I brush my hair and straighten it because my hair had this natural curl that i hated. It resembled clowns hair if it was long and black instead of rainbow. After messing with my hair so it would look decent i put on ultra black eyeliner. Me and Cara would make jokes about the color black. Like we would always say "I like my eyeliner black as my soul and heart". Of course if she said it i would tell her that it wasn't true because she truly had the most beautiful heart and soul and i was glad to call her my best friend. My mom yelled my name to come eat breakfast. I slowly came down stairs and the pitter patter of my feet made the wood creak in the stairs. It felt as though the wood was slowly rotting underneath my feet. I sat down to eat breakfast and my mom had made me eggs and bacon. I moved the greasy food around with my fork and thinking about how today was gonna go. My mom tried making small talk with me while making my dads breakfast. Asking dumb questions like "Are you excited to start high school". Of course i shrugged, not wanting to make a snappy comment like "Yeah, mom im excited to get tormented for 4 more years". Of course i couldnt say that to her because i would probably get grounded and not be able to hangout with Cara after school. So instead i kept my thoughts to myself and was not looking forward to school. My bus pulled up to my house and my mom went frantic asking if i had everything. She was always more nervous than me when it came to school. I get on the bus and the bus driver was a old man. He looked like santa claus or father of time and was super cranky towards people riding the bus. I search for a seat to sit in and i saw Cara waving her hand to come sit with her and the stupid bus driver started driving before i got a seat so i was lunged into this kid. He was an outcast like me. Super quiet and didnt have much friends. I instantly apologized and looked into his eyes. They were beautiful. They had purplish pink tint around the iris and had blues, greens and golds. I sat there staring like an idiot till he moved over and invited me to sit down with him. He introduced himself to me. His name was Erin.