THE LAST WEIRD

Chapter One

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Jacqueline's POV

'Brrng.. Brnnngg ' The annoying tune reaches my ears and I tossed sleepily on my bed. I yawned, stretched and sat up.

"I'm up! I'm up!" I groaned as it rang again. The old kill joy.

I reached for the alarm clock and turned it off.

With one hand, I rolled the duvet away from my body and tried to sit up more properly but the pain on my wrist surfaced and I winced. I took my hand up and checked my wrist.. I saw the red thick line circling it, the painful lines was more obvious than last night and the it had become too red and thick. Subconsciously, last night's event flew up my mind.

Fire. Screams. Anger. Pain. Tears.

I shook it off.

It's not like it's the first time. I just hope today will be different.

I got up, more carefully and cautiously this time and slowly rubbed my eyes. I walked to my window, stared out through the binders and sighed. My eyes were heavy with unfulfilled slumber and somehow I had to blink rapidly when the wind blew past them.

I hoped today would be good, at least better than yesterday.

My life has been moving tipsy-turvy.. From doing many menial jobs as a student just to get money; which most times ends up being collected, to the long minutes I spend walking to school, then facing Allan's trouble and crushing on the most handsome guy in Amity high; Jason.

Most times my days turns out to be painful and those times seem to occur nocturnally and when they do I feel unimportant, juvenile and pretty mad at myself for being me. For being the girl to have such a life. A sucky one.

I can be pretty clumsy annually but at the same time I'm a regular workaholic.. Being a high schooler and a staff wasn't easy; life just doesn't go smooth for everyone..But Jason has a way of wiping my sorrows for the moment, knowing that the next day would arrive and I'll be in school and look at my Jason always tend to erase memories of fateful events..

Just in case you're wondering, Jason's not mine, we're not romantically entangled and well, will not be physically but in my dreams he's always mine and we're perfect.

"Ouch!" I groaned after carelessly resting on my wrist, I sighed again and left the window.. The morning encourages me cos when they come, school comes and when school comes, there's no grimy moment. I stare at the sun ray and hope it beams at my day.

I slowly undressed and moved my frail body to the bathroom, after a quick shower, I laid my school clothes down; a long sleeved sweat shirt, I chose that because of my wrist and the other injuries markings on my skin.. The last thing I want is being queried by Martha about it.. I really don't like people knowing about how I live when they're not there and that's why I try to hide the scars, pull up a smile even though the pains beneath it are crushing, and then I try to move along and not feel different but happy when I'm with them.. Moreover, my life isn't the type to be envious about, it's the type you'd wish never to have. Few a time, Martha had seen the scars, purple wound, red bumps and a peek of some burns and she had asked questions, being the curious groove that she is and honestly trying to hide and deny it then putting on a witty smile like it isn't important, wasn't easy but I did my best. Although it was pretty obvious she didn't fall for it but She stopped questioning and the rest became history.. I've always avoided that repetition and I could say, I'm doing great.

I set out a long skinny jean to go with the sweatshirt, my undies and a black combat boot.. FYI.. I'm not a fashion-person, I'm just a random teenager who only thinks of surviving and have no time for trending looks. I wear what I think is cool and what covers my pains, that seems quite comfy to me.

I wore my dressing robe, pulled my feet into my flip-flops and walked to the living room to grab one or two things for breakfast. I walked slowly to the living room and it was empty, that means Allan's still asleep or away and I have the morning to myself, I sighed gratefully and walked to the kitchen.. I opened the fridge and grabbed a pack of cookies, I made coffee, added a bit of cream and sugar and stirred. Right there I had my breakfast. I quickly did the dishes and walked out of the kitchen..

"Trying to sneak out on me?" His voice sparked my insides, sending a sudden shiver to my spine and like an electrocuted being, I stood still.

Closing my eyes, I took in quick shallow breaths then opened them back and slowly turned to him.

He's home after all.. Looks like my little sparkles of light just got obstructed.

"G-g..ood morning" I stuttered , my gaze on him. He smirked and started coming towards me. A cup of coffee resting in his palm and steaming hot.

I gulped my saliva and watched him get to me.

I pulled back and eventually crashed against the wall, he caged me with his free hand; the one that didn't hold the coffee and bent his head towards me, I stiffened in fright.

Please.. Not now! My insides cried.

"Trying to escape huh?" He asked, his coffee-d breathe all over my face.