Just in case you're wondering, I based this one shot off of the song Monster by Meg and Dia. (= I might make a second one that helps explain this one? :T ------------------------------------- Monster. I am wounded, broken, bruised. Stolen. The aches, and the multiple cuts and bruises stung and throbbed as I practically tore the bloody sheets off my body, the cold air touching my sensitive skin. Strands of my ginger hair were everywhere, and my light, chocolate brown eyes looked in horror as around the room,there was broken house objects, such as a lamp. The tv screen was broken, some shards on the floor, and the rest probably hidden in that empty box. My skin easily displayed the bruises, clearly visible to anyone that saw them. I touched my cheek, were a scar would form, was an ugly cut. I was in abandoned nightmare. This house itself was a nightmare. My heart pounded against my ribcage in fear, as I struggled and winced, putting my clothes on. I don't want to relive this pain. I want to run and hide. As a cold breeze entered through the open windows, a shiver ran down my spine, and I got goosebumps. I couldn't worry Hannah. I shouldn't. She tells me she loves me, and would never leave me. When I was younger, she would leave me at places for hours. Like when I was five, she told me to wait at the playground in the park. Five hours passed by, leaving me alone to get taken possibly. But it's too late. It happened just maybe an hour ago when I was finished being stolen. I was stolen. I was no longer pure. I was no longer perfect. I was beaten, battered, bruised, broken, slashed, clawed. Whatever the hell you want to say. The tears streamed down my face, burning at the cut. I was locked in eternal hell at this point, and I wanted to escape. I sickly smiled, looking at the open windows. I heard footsteps. There wasn't a balcony. I took steps towards the window, and glanced back occasionally. Eventually, the dark figure stood by the door. "Where do you think you're headed, honey?" I remained silent, lifting the window higher. "Answer me." I ducked my head under, looking outside, taking in my last few breezes of the fall air. "I said answer me!" He scolded. I finally decided to answer. "Somewhere where I can't and don't want to be found, somewhere I can't be a problem for everyone, and everyone won't be a problem for me. A place where I can be free from hell human beings put me through. A place where I can watch your soul burn and rot in hell where it belongs, where you need to be." I heard him shift to grab me, but that was it. I pushed my self up, pulling over and falling. I heard a crack as I hit the cement. Just with the little energy I had before I died, I looked up to see a stunned face. I closed my eyes, and smiled. The crimson happiness leaked from my mouth as I faded.... I was no longer anyone's problem, nor were they to me. No longer I lived in eternal hell, or lived in false love. No longer was I living in the society that held such pigs for men, and no longer I was afraid. I was set free.
Afterlife. "Danielle Isabella Todd, I want you to stay here until mommy comes back, okay?" said my mother when I was five. I sat on the park bench of Robinsdale, kicking my legs. My hair was brown back then, and my eyes were still that same light, yet rich shade of brown. As I waited, I smiled at the other children, waving. "Hi!" I squeaked excitedly when I was younger, looking at a boy sit next to me. His eyes were a mix of a sea and sky, making me smile. "Hiya, little girl." The boy smiled. He was much older than me, I could tell. I didn't know then, but he was about seven years older than me, possibly eight. "My name's Danielle!" I giggled, poking his cheek, sitting up on my knees, crawling into his lap. The boy knew he was being watched by a lady that looked much like him, except she was an old lady. He chuckled softly,"I can't tell you my name, but you can call me Fox." "Why not?" I asked, my voice squeaky. "Because, I can't." He said, putting on a fake pouting face. I glanced up, the old lady smiling. I pouted after him, pulling at his sunny blonde hair. "Danielle!" My mother barked, making me jump. The boy flushed, picking me up. "Hey lady, who are you?" He asked, questioning my mother. She called herself mommy, but didn't let me say that. She told me to call her Maria. "That's Maria!" I giggled. This was the same exact pain I went through in the past life, but things are changing. This isn't going to be eternal pain or hell this time, it'll be happiness, I could feel it burning in my chest. "Danielle!" "She's my mommy!" I giggled, patting Fox's cheek. He set me down, my sandals crushing the wood hops. "Well, it looks like you have to go home, huh?" He asked, smiling. I went to hug him, but barely reached his waist. "Bye Foxy!" I giggled, scampering off with Maria. As Maria took my hand, she was upset. "Who was he?" "Foxy!" "Listen to me, Danielle, don't go near 'im. They're no good," Jesus, you're telling me, Maria. Can't you just SMELL the irony? "But mommy-" "No buts. Let's go home." I pouted, walking with her. High School. My little hell, you know? I picked at the food I packed today. A sandwich, some chips and a can of soda with a cookie. Eh, good enough. "So, Danielle, where's your little boyfriend?" I blinked, glancing at Cassandra. "Who?" That guy that always shows up. He looks so much older than youuuu-" she whined, tugging on my red hair. I rolled my eyes, downing a gulp of soda. "It doesn't matter Cassie. Just deal with your own shit, and I'll deal with mine." I finished my chips and sandwich, and I saved my cookie for him. Sure enough, there he is. Twenty four. His sea green and sky blue eyes looked around, searching for me in the wave of idiot, freaky and annoying as well obnoxious teens. "Oh! There he is!" Squeaked Alison. "Oh, no shit?" I asked. He was holding a pink slip. I stood up, taking my things to the trash, finished early and walked over to him, whom happened to be speaking to my Homeroom teacher. "And there she is!" I smiled weakly at Mrs.Borden as I placed my retainer in my mouth. "So what's up?" I asked, blinking and glancing back and forth. "You're heading home. Today is more of a free day, and I'll have Mrs.Parises and Mr.Hills give me any work you miss, alright?" She asked, patting my back, and I walked with him to my locker. "What's the deal?" I asked, cracking open my locker. "We'll talk about it in the car, Danielle." I eyed his nervous expression, and he began to sweat. "For fucks sake, Fox, the least you could do is tell me why the hell you're taking me out of school two hours early." "I'm starting to think the things you told me were true. About the monsters, the hitting of concrete and the feeling of death...You're not crazy." I blinked, fading back..... ------------------------ (= That's all for the small series, and next are the stories, titled Fox and I!