Shadows; The story of a broken girl., a short story, no chapters. Options

[Midnight Faerie]

Shadows[/color]

I don't mind the reasons. You know....the reasons why everyone hurts me. I know that they only do it because they're afraid of me. I don't blame them. Who could accept me, the freak, the weirdo...the witch? No one, that's who. They hurt me so I don't hurt them.
It's as simple as that.
If it's really that simple, why do I hate them all so much?
I understand that no one can understand me. It's okay. I don't even understand myself.
If it's okay, then why does it hurt me so badly?
My life will get better. I know it. Slowly I'll be accepted and I'll join the world. I will hide behind a mask of who I want to be.
Life won't get better. I hide my pain behind a mask already, and what has that done? Nothing.
I am nothing.
I am a witch.


Sunlight dances upon me. I can see it burn red through my closed eyelids. For a moment I wish to lay there, gathering its warmth, escaping the coldness inside of me....but I cannot. I do not deserve the sun.
Reluctantly, I open my eyes and push myself off of the mattress I sleep on. I can hear birds calling out to each other, the ringing of bicycle bells and children laughing. For some reason it makes me angry. I will never be able to enjoy those sounds. That pleasure. I quickly pull closed the black velvet curtains, being swallowed by darkness once again. That's how I live my life, you know. In darkness. Mother says it's for my own protection. Liar. It is not for my protection. It is for the world's. She knows that I will hurt everything if I am released from this prison they call a home. Sometimes I do want to hurt everything, hurt it all as everyone has hurt me.
But can I?
No.
No, I can't. I do not have the courage to hurt everyone, just as I do not have the courage to end this life. I hate myself for that.
"Violet!"
I jump, startled by a voice interuppting my thoughts.
"Violet!" The voice shouts again.
Mother.
There is a knock on the door and a high, falsely sweet voice says, "Sweetie, you need to get ready for school."
School?!
I wait until the click of high heels fades away and I know that my mother is gone.
Immediately, I swing open the door to my closet, revealing numerous items of black clothing. That's all, just black.
Yet another reason why everyone hurts me. They do not understand that I am mourning for this world. Mourning, because I live in it. The entire world did not do anything to me. It does not deserve to be punished like this, me living in it.
I grab a long victorian style dress and slip into it, swing my book bag over my shoulder, and run out of the door.
My prison has many halls, twisting and turning, this way and that. An endless maze.
But I have found a way out of this maze. A single white door, leading to the outside world. I am only to use that door to go to school. Nothing else.
There is a "canopy" as Father calls it, hanging over the door, keeping me out of the sun.
Keeping me in shadows.
They must agree. I do not deserve the sun.
A long black car waits for me at the end of the canopy. Tiny puffs of exhaust crawl through the air like cloudy snakes.
The driver doesn't look at me once I get into the car. He never looks at me. He is afraid of me. I can feel it.
As we drive down the road I look out of the tinted window. No one can see me through the window, but I can see them.
A young woman pushes a stroller carrying two toddlers while talking on her cell phone. Nothing exciting there, right? Well, I see something else. A lonely teenage girl, only 17, crying softly inside as she argues with her boyfriend. He's leaving her with the kids and she can't handle it.
Quickly, my gaze is drawn to someone else; an middle-aged man reading a newpaper. He was just diagnosed with cancer last week. On his left is a young boy, about 9, with a backpack slung over his shoulder and a bruise on his cheek. His father beats him, so he ran away from home.
So much anguish, so much hurt. I could never hurt those who have suffered like I have, ever if they continue to torment me. I just can't.
Finally, we pull up to the school. I run under the veranda and up to the automatic sliding doors. They open and I get a rush of cold air.
As I walk down the hall, avoiding looks from people, the sudden noises fill my ears. Students talking, lockers slamming, someone droning on about something on the intercom.....it's all too much.
I run into the girls bathroom and lock myself in a stall. No one is in here since the bell is about to ring. I always get to school a minute before the bell rings.
Silence washes over me and I let out a heavy sigh. I have a feeling that I won't make it through the day. The bell rings, echoing through the tiled bathroom. Final locker slams are heard and then...nothing.
Letting myself out of the stall, I notice my reflection in the mirror. Long, silky black hair, a complexion too pale to be normal, steel gray eyes with flecks of blue. "Beautiful" Mother calls it. "Ugly" I call myself.
Walking out of the restroom, I spot a door that I have never noticed before. A janitor's closet perhaps? I grasp the cold metal handle and turn it slowly. It isn't a janitor's closet...it's a classroom. Judging by the amount of dust, I'd say it is a very old abandoned classroom.
Quietly, I lie down on the carpeted floor and curl up into a ball, staring at the tiny cracks of light being emmited from the blinds. None of them reach me.
"I guess it's true." I whisper to myself, "I really will live in the shadows...forever."

The End

Yeah....that's basically it. It's not much. I just decided to write a story all of the sudden. ^_^ Tell me what you think of it.