A small child, around 9 sits in the corner of the room, scared, covered in bruises and what seemed like hickeys. She watches the monsters as they yell and scream at each other till one pulls out a pistol and the room falls silent. Not even a mouse dared to make a peep. Then a loud bang broke the silence, shots were fired and more followed. Blood splattered everywhere covering the walls in deep red. Amiss the sounds of gunshots and screams the little girl could hear the faint sounds of sirens. She was going to be saved.
[Wednesday November 1, 2017 (nine years later).]
As usual I wake up at 4am in cold sweat, heart racing and out of breath. I had one of those dreams again. Not a good dream either if thats not already obvious. I sluggishly rolled myself out of bed and headed to the bathroom where I just stared into the mirror for a good minute. "Good morning ugly." I said to the girl reflected in the mirror. Dark circles beneath her brown eyes and messy brown shoulder length hair all tangled into Knots. Yeah, that ugly thing is me. I wash my face, brush my teeth and combed my hair. 4:10am, I'm out in the dojo training. Each kick filled with immense strength, and each punch filled with hatred. 4:30am, I practice my aim and accuracy with throwing knives and daggers. Bull's eye, I hit the target every time. I look over at the table to my right and picked up a pistol and aimed. My hand starts to shake and I barely pulled the trigger. I completely missed the target and I just stood there. I went into a state of panic and dropped the gun and as my limbs went limp I fell to the ground. Anxiety and fear consumed me. In my mind I was back in that room with those monsters, I was back in that weak nine year old body that was covered in bruises. The events replayed over and over in my head like a song put on repeat. "damn it damn it damn it!". I can't take this anymore. Then suddenly my alarm goes off and I snap out of it. A new type of panic took over. 5:30am, shit I'm going to be late! I put everything away then ran back into the house, I threw off my clothes then hopped into the shower. When I got out I threw on a pair of denim shorts, a plain white T-shirt, knee high black socks, and an over sized jacket. I brushed my hair again and put on my fake pair of glasses then ran into the kitchen to grab a piece of toast and headed out with my backpack. I slipped on a pair of red Converse and locked up. 6:30am, I ran to the bus stop and made it just as the bus arrived. As I got on the bus the driver stopped me.
"whats your name hun?" , she asked looking at her list of names.
"It's Grim Saki. Grim like in Grim Reaper and Saki is S. A. K. I.", I replied.
She lets me through as she crosses my name off the list and I sit in the first empty seat I see. I don't feel like talking to anyone so I put in my earbuds and turn on Dead Bite by Hollywood Undead. They're a good band, I don't see why people don't like to listen to them. At the next stop a tall, buff, black kid in a grey hoodie got on. Everyone seemed to be, afraid of him? Hopefully he doesn't sit next to me. Just as I thought that he walks right over to me. He pulls out one of my earbuds and we make eye contact.
"That's my seat Princess." , he says coldly, still holding my earbud.
I pull my earbud out of his hand and smiles, "then go ahead and sit.", I said without budging. I put my earbud back in and looked out the window, Black Cadillac is now playing. Before he could do or say anything else the driver told him to sit down. He grunts a bit then sits down.
Ten minutes of "I want to kill you" vibe later (coming from the dude) we finally made it to the school. Finally, I don't feel trapped anymore. I speed walk through the crowd of students and found my way to the office. Once I got my schedule I was told to find a guy named Storm. Apparently he has blue hair, hmm interesting.
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Troubled Grim
Short StoryGrim Saki is just an average high school girl with a bit above average grades. All she wants is to live a normal high school life but will she ever get her wish while leading a very dangerous double life?
