Silver blood

I wake with a start. The air is bitter and cold and my clothes have been ripped in some inconvenient places; my clothes don’t usually last through the night.

At this point you may be confused. If you are thinking of something ‘rude’ then you should be ashamed. These things that happen are out of my control and there is nothing particularly attractive or fun about it.

Blood is smeared all over my baggy shirt and torn up jeans and there is a weird kind of fleshy stuff stuck under my nails. I wipe my face, there’s more blood. Some of it has dried already; I can see a trail of dark blotches on the forest floor. It’s blood, blood that is not mine; I follow it. My stomach churns angrily as I see a fresh corpse lying in the woods. The stomach and guts had been removed and there is a lot more blood. It’s dawn and still a bit dark. The blood looks shiny and almost silver in the dim sunlight.

I walk home feeling queasy. I run in the shower and scrub the rags I have worn in cold water. When both I and the clothes are clean I go back to my room and change into my school clothes. It’s seven o’clock now, mum calls to see if I’m awake.

“Yes mother” I reply.

 I look in my mirror, I am not happy with what I see. There is an average height, 15 year old girl looking back at me. Her hair is a few inches past shoulder length and her eyes are a muddy brown. Her skin is pale but that is common for a fair few Damintionists. This is me, average and stupid looking.

I walk slowly to school; I didn’t want to face what lies there. I enter the tall, shiny black gates and head towards the grassy patch at the other end of the school; all of the people that hate and tease me usually stay in the library and study nonsense. That’s what things are like here, the most popular people are the rich and smart ones. They have a future; they can better our world and reach a quick and easy destiny. A person like me will not be able to save lives as a doctor or entertain people with my literature; I’m just expected to help the community with manual labour and producing a healthy and happy family.

Helena and Daniel are there, they have a future like the library people but they boast less and aren’t all preppy and proper. I don’t sit next to them but I smile at them, I reach into my bag and pull out my book of myths and tales; I hope it shall have the answer to my odd night life.

I hope you like this :). I know it's a bit gory but hey. Please comment vote and tell me if there are any mistakes.