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Arebella rolled from her bed slowly and touched her pale feet to the icy wooden floor and padded to her closet. There she stood in frustration, hand on hip and her eyes narrowed in near disgust.
She had been back in O'Fallon Missouri about four months and today she began her life as a junior at Fort Zumwalt West High.
She was convinced she was in purgatory. The assylum was hell, Missouri was purgatory... where was heaven? Could crazy people even go there?
Arebella. had Mo clue why she bothered to dress herself efficiently. She didn't give a damn what anyone thought of her. It wasn't like they would associate with her if she did. They all knew she was insane.
No one would go near Skits...
It was a nickname and a warning label some clever little shit with no life probrably came up with.
Once people caught wind she was back they plagued her online accounts with their cruel immaturity.
Arebella groaned in indecision. Maybe she just had some weird girl gene that insisted she looked good -by her standards anyway- no matter how crazy she was.
Arebella scowled at the thought, she had never been particularly girly. All skinned knees and wild hair as a child.
"Seether T and black skirt with the cambat boots." Acheron interrupted her glowering. His eyes sparkling with mischeif.
Arebella's heart twinged.
He was her main madman hallucination. He had been with her as far back as she could remember.
He started as an imaginary friend but stayed with me do to my fucked up mind...
Right now he stood at 5"11' with silver white hair and grey eyes. His skin a smooth pale white with a lean, toned body. He dressed in an almost Gothic or punk style. A year older than her...
Don't ask how that worked out, she had no idea.
They used to be best friends, but ever since she was first brought to the assylum and she admitted to being crazy... he only lived to torment her.
Arebella sighed and proceeded to ignore him as she sifted through her clothes.
"The purple v-neck and black skinny jeans would be sexy." Nyx climbed through the window with a grin.
Second in command in Arebella's rank of insanity Nyx was every bit what her name implied. A dark and gorgeous goddess.
Long black hair curled down her back, a perfect body and the prettiest face with deep brown eyes. She wore a dark purple dress that came to her knees and some sandal heals.
"No. She should definitely choose MY idea." Acheron narrowed his eyes at Nyx.
"No. Let her actually look like a girl for once. Maybe she'll get some friends." Nyx wiggled her eyebrows.
They were forever arguing about her, from what she wore to who she liked better. (Neither by the way. They were both horrendous. )
Arebella began to get aggravated and finally snapped," Will you two shut the hell up!"
Arebella instantly regretted her words. Why was she talking to them? She knew better damn it!
She gripped the door frame as fear began to tense her muscles and spear her heart. She knew nothing good was coming. Another break down.
Acheron snapped his eyes to hers. And then looked around for some way to punish her.
She wanted to cry already...
His eyes rested on the scissors on her desk and then flicked back to her with a cruel smile.
"Take them, and cut yourself. Deep." He ordered. Nyx grinning evolution next to him.
"No." Arebella shook her head weakly. Her body compelling her to follow his order.
"Now." He said with finality and she lunged forward involuntarily, grabbed the scissors and plunged then into her wrists until it was a shredded mess.
White hot pain was shooting up her arm, a light sweat covering her as she cried. Dropping the scissors and falling to her knees afterward.
She reached for the scissors again with a shaking hand, sobs racking her body..
"That's enough." Acheron said in a bored tone.
Arebella crawled to her dresser feeling numb now as she cried. She reached for the poroxide there and opened it to pour it on her wrist...
Only to find that the wound was gone... Her scissors in their place at the desk...
She looked at Acheron who just stared at her with a dark expression that almost seemed sad.
It was all in her head...?
Arebella whiles her face and dressed for school. Her body still numb. She turned herself off to keep the tears at bay and left walking past her mother.
Who didn't even notice her...