BloodClaw719

I knocked on the door, terrified to see him. I looked down at my phone. It was Kayden's text from a little bit ago. 'Skylar, baby...I'm so sorry. Please come over.' The door opened, "Sky!" Kayden hugged me tightly, and let me in. we went up to his room and sat on his bed. It was silent, awkward. "Baby, I'm really sorry." He said, kissing my forehead. "Here, let me take your jacket." I was going to fight him, not wanting him to see what he had really done to me, but I didn't have the strength, and I was scared of what he would do if I did fight him. His eyes darted straight to my arm. His mouth fell open "Did...did I do that...?" I looked d

It was a bright, sunny, Tuesday morning. I groaned to myself, not wanting to get up. "Skyler!" My mother screamed. "Get up!" I groaned once more and then sat up. "Meh." I said to myself, and walked over to my mirror. My black and neon green hair looked like I just walked in and out of a tornado. I grabbed my brush and started forcing the bristles through my hair, ignoring the pain. I was used to it, this was an every morning routine. After I finished combing my hair out, I grabbed my eyeliner and applied it, thick and dark, just like I always do. I put my piercings in, I have snakebites, I love them so much. I put on a 'Pierce The Veil'

I am what I am. I am Rhonda Marie Feke. Yes, I am a teenage girl. I don't squeal over One Direction. I don't wear mini skirts or curl my hair. I don't always need my phone. Yes, I prefer Edward Scissorhands over Edward Cullen. I like violent video games and action movies. I listen to rock and metal. I don't draw hearts all over my homework or spend 20 minutes trying to make myself look like a porcelain doll. I am not afraid to cry and do not party on the weekends. My hair is short and messy. Yes, I'd rather walk in the woods. I am indeed okay with mice, and dont mind getting a little muddy. I'm not perfect. I am different. I'm unique. I'm str