Suck In My Stomach, Pinch My Waist Spend [Hours] Touching Up My Ugly Face. [Abuse]. #1 Vampire

Life’s a bitch, Especially when you live in rainy England. Most of the year spent shivering under your jacket from the icy cold that somehow still finds the smallest of cracks to enter your little bubble of warmth.1

Until comes the time when there’s this sudden burst of sun. causing everyone to rush from their close packed, unattractive looking homes to towns and any venue that gives some kind of pass time. 2

The overweight men wiping at their foreheads with the aroma of sweat and hotdogs clinging to their clothing and frustrated parents with their wailing, bossy children clung dangling on their arms declaring that they ABSOLOULTY MUST!, have the over priced toy the shops have recently stocked up on. 3

Evangeline Mia Frances. That’s my name, I live in dosey little England in a place called 'Reading.' 4

About me sections are hard, you say nice things about yourself, you seem stuck up. Bad things, you sound whiney and attention seeking. So. I shall stick with the plain facts. My addiction, amongst other things is most defiantly hair dyeing and so currently I have dyed pink hair. 5

My body is my art canvas and the colour changes regularly. My skin is pale, housing a few scattered freckles. And my eyes. They are green. My eyelashes are short. My nose is large. I am really. Not what you call a beauty.6

Relationships are a thing I avoid, be it friends boyfriends or family. People leave nothing lasts forever why open yourself to the hurt it causes? Affection is an unessicary trick of the mind for those few moments of happiness, it causes great amounts of self pitying hatred and crying little girls at petty break up scenes. Though there are a few that slipped through that stubborn little mind of mine. 7

I’m orphaned. So I live with Amelia my alike mother for the past 15 years, another 3 years was spent swapping between homes. And then there’s Brian. Imagine the most repulsive man you know and place a beer can in his hand. Voila. Anyhow the rest I will leave to you to form your own opinion on.8

Work ended later than usual today and I would never make that next train, meaning an hour of dull waiting at the whole punched looking blue metal station seats. 9

Its not even like reading the little notes written all over the seats was of interest anymore, as I could probably read them to you buy heart. ‘H.F loves A.S’ or ‘wazza was ere 2008.’ The amount of times I have missed this train, with the only thing left to do being to scan over the scribbled handwriting that decorated the seats.10

I laughed to myself at that naïve thoughts of that person, betting that the relationship lasted maybe a whole whopping 2 weeks. Where they declared their “ love" for each other in shorthanded words like “luv” or “lv”. Followed soon after by a huge big issue of crying behind the sports hall that they, oh… broke up? Can you tell I’m in a fowl mood at all?11

Grey clouds hovered above threatening to shower down and drench my black clad form, I was in gloom and doom troubled teenager mode this morning and unfortunatly that hadn't quite worn off yet.12

"OH NO DONT YOU EVEN DARE!" I shouted aloud Squinting my eyes up in a frown towards the sky. This royally sucks ass. I tugged at the sides of my patient jacket pulling it tighter around myself in an attempt to keep out the cold . Almost as if on command it started to rain and didn't take long before the heavens opened and it started to bloody pour, "damn. English. Weather!" I cursed to myself.13

Cars drove past splashing water from the sides of the road. Droplets of water spraying up to my face as if mocking me. And then this strange feeling took over, you know those moments when there is this muscle quiver, and you shudder all hairs raised and the urge to run or hide. I paused, glancing around knowing that I would see Nothing yet doing it anyway more out of habit. So ignoring it and attempting to not really think about it i carried on. Yet paranoia was persistent and it kept catching my gaze. 14

I gave up on making my way to the station and instead choose an alternative route though the alleyway, it got me home quicker but I would, if possible like to avoid this way as much as possible. Call me crazy, but I’m a firm believer in alleyways = BAD!.15

Something shifted and every time i would glanced to where i thought it had been there would be nothing there. My calm collected mind racing with thoughts of 'OH HELL! its some old man with a knife NO A BLUNT TRAMP knife and hes gonna jump out and drag me in and he’s gonna kill me and and..' I reached my hand into my pocket wrapping my slowly numbing fingers round a mouse shaped rape alarm, besides it needed use at some point before it started sprouting hairs and producing babies. I would gladly deafen whomever interrupted my power walk down this alley.16

Shuffling myself quickly across the road then turning on the light to my mobile I flashed it down the narrow ally way. There was nothing noticeably wrong down there. So stepping one foot in I made my way to the other side. 17

It wasn't a hugely long ally no turns just a muddy pathway and a brick wall either side. Faintly quick paced footsteps could be heard from up ahead. Getting close, adrenaline pulsed through me, and an unwelcome lump found its way to my throat. What to do? But before that quick mind of mine could conjure any idea of how to get out of a situation like this a grubby looking slightly weighty man appeared in front, pausing for a second and then rudely hitting into my side as he passed. But carried on his way to the other end. That long breath was finally free to be released and a feeling of stupidity for being so over reactive. I, Surprise. Made it safely out of the alley.18

I could see the familiar road lined by houses that dripped water and the musky damp rain smell. To another person it would seem a quiet friendly lane the houses weren’t large but they were relatively attractive. Yet I could not bring myself to see its beauty.19

I walked the few steps leading to the front door fumbling with the keys. Although there was no need, as the door was hurled open and stood there was a very large, very drunk. Brian. The smell of alcohol surrounded me as he breathed out heavy breaths through his revolting lips. 20

"WHAT TOOK YOU SO F.UCKING LONG?" He shouted, pulling me in clumsily. Amelia wasn't home and Brian was drunk which meant I was in for a beating. A regular occurrence in that peachy perfect life of mine.21