"Where the hell is my red cocktail dress!" The screaming errupts into a fit of coughing.
The small, run down home is filled with boxes of junk, empty beer bottles and the pungent odor of smoke lingers on the old furniture.
Ava Aysu Brooks has a difficult life.
Her father was shot by a gang when she was only seven. After that her mother lost herself and also her job. She turned into an alcoholic and smokes daily. They are now living on welfare and Ava tries her best to get a job but it's hard when her appearance isn't the most pleasant and her clothes smell of smoke.
Ava locks herself in her room and stands infront of the bathroom mirror, the lights are dim, due to the lack of electricity in the house. "Why is my life like this?" She ask herself, her voice wobbling.
In her reflection, she can see a pale, thin girl. Too thin. Her hair is jet black and long, almost down to her waist because she can't afford to waste money on a hair cut. Her wrists have multiple scars from self harm but she's been clean for six months. Bright blue, like crystalized rain drops, her eyes stand out. Ava sighs and turns the radio up, letting herself drown in the music.
Red Hot Chili Peppers, Fall Out Boy, Pierce the Veil, Black Veil Brides, Panic at the Disco, these bands saved her.
A loud crash interrupts one of her favorite songs, Thnks Fr The Mmrs, by Fall Out Boy.
"Dammit, Ava Aysu Brooks, get down here!" her mother's scream pierces through the music.
This cannot be good. Ava thinks to herself.
She groans, turns off the music, and drags her body off her bed to go downstairs. "What is it, mother." She spits out the last word, as if there was something bitter she had tasted.
Broken shards of empty beer bottles are scattered all around the kitchen and living room, which are only two feet apart.
"I...had...a little a-accident." Ava's mom mumbles drunk, who's a short and thin woman that wears rags with stains, when not outside. She giggles as she waves a broken bottle, the sharp edges glinting in the light.
Ava sighs. This is very typical of her mother.
Slowly Ava tries to walk around the mess and retrieves the broom. "You should be careful, there's a lot of glass." there's no sincerity behind her words, but the last thing she needs is to pay medical bills for stitches. Her mom might decide to roll in the glass shards.
"You bitch, don't you dare tell me what to do!" Her mom screams and waves her arms around, the bottle in her hand threatening to slip out of her loose fingers.
"Mom...it's okay mom. I'm sorry." Ava tries calming her down, fear sinking in.
"Yeah..." her mother sighs, "Okay.."
Relieved, Ava is almost done but without any warning her mother screams, like the pychotic woman she is, and chucks the broken bottle towards her. The sharp end hits Ava at her temple causing her to fall back. The tiny shards of glass pierce her flesh.
"You better clean this up!" Ava's mother walks off to her room without a care in the world for her daughter.
No tears come out as Ava just lays there on the floor, allowing herself to bleed where the glass punctured her.
It'll just be easier if I disappear. My mom won't even notice I'm gone. Escape. I want to escape from this world. Dark thoughts swirl in her head.
Finally, she pushes herself up and walks to her room, staining the carpet with dark red blood.
In her room she feels safer. She stands infront of the trashcan in her bathroom, using tweezers to take out the tiny glass shards. Soon she retrieves all of them. Ava looks at the mirror, knowing she won't like what she sees.
Her reflection is like a scene from a horror movie. Her clothes are stained with blood and her hair is clumped from the dark liquid. Her bright blue eyes stand out more than ever in all the red.
Shower. I need a shower, like now. Stripping from her bloody clothes she steps into the shower, pulling the curtains closed.
The hot water feels great on her sore body. She rubs herself with body soap and as she scrubs her arm, she sees the water cover her cuts and materalize into new skin. Almost as if the water was healing her.
Ava screams, almost slipping in the tub.
What's happening? What is going on! She frantically thinks to herself.
She turns off the water and jumps out of the shower, wiping the foggy mirror with a towel. She examines her back for any cuts but her skin is all smooth. Ava looks at her wrists and notices the scars are gone. She rubs them, as if they may reappear again.
It's as if she was never hurt.
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An Elemental Fight
RomanceFour average teenagers, living average lives, or so they thought. These kids don't know what they're capable of, but someone else does. One day they are trying to survive high school, the next day they're running for their lives trying to survive fr...
