They say you should fear people who have been broken. Why? Because they know how to make hell feel like home. Ive been living in hell for the past two years after I was strangled in a toilet cubicle in year seven. I got depression, anxiety, and P.T.S.D, counselling, medication. And then I... split. Into four people.
Ravana: [I can't believe we're writing to our future selves. Like they'd forget this?]
Luna: [Im trying to do some epic story telling here]
Fallen Angel: [Please, continue the drama]
Luna: [you guys are so mean]
Being four different people sucks, but I guess there are pros too. Ravana's colour's red, by far the most defiant, sort of like the devil between us. Fallen Angel's one is purple, she's always calm and acts as the balancer. I'm the one in teal, the most emotional and optimistic one. Sadie's there too, but she's not around much. She terrifies me. She's green. Anyway, we got angry too, violent. My family didn't understand. My friends didn't either, but at least they tried. I am the younger sister of Florence and I, but I feel... I shook my head. That doesn't matter. I was starting school today. My first day at college. I wasn't nervous, of course. My medication made sure of that. I looked in my closet. There are far too many colourful things in there.
Ravana: [everything should be black]
I stared at my dark purple wall, freshly painted, and fixed my eyes on a photo frame one of my best friends had made for me; Halsey. She was the first one I told about my depression, and she was the first one who noticed. I placed my hand on it fondly, my gaze once again returning to my dark wall. My parents didn't approve of my dark taste, of course; they didn't like the fact that I loved the darkness. They don't understand the fact that my mind is to twisted for them to change. But they still try. I sighed, sat down in the middle of my floor, and meditated.
'---, hurry up we're going to miss the bus!' My Mother practically yelled. I ground my teeth.
'I'm coming!' I yelled back, and pulled my bag over my shoulder. I had never taken a bus to school before. I wonder what it would be like? I was going to a private school, GCA. I was absolutely psyched. I pulled open the door of my bedroom, feeling weighed down with each step. The daughter of darkness does not thrive in the light.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Heroes
FanfictionWhen Lottie, a fourteen year old girl with Dissociative Identity Disorder, goes to GCA, she meets Damian Wayne, who changes her life. Drawn into a world of superheroes and activism, they each in turn help each-other through each ongoing crisis while...
