Diary Entry

"Get up, Miss de'Mortia!"

The cry was sudden, interrupting a rather peaceful dream of some guy. It wasn't clear who, the face was always blacked out and she'd been woken up right as she was about to call his name. And no, nothing dirty was involved, perverts.

"Ahh!" It was the loudest she'd been in a while, the small girl twisting around in panic and falling from the bed in a tangled mess with a loud 'thump!' She groaned out in pain, never being the most graceful at this time of morning anyway. The mass of blankets and girl at the bottom of the bed moaned out, her head poking out from one of the ends with a sleepy glaze in her eye. The eye patch was no longer in place, instead a white bandage over it, with medicated cream pressed up against the still vulnerable skin. Monica had seen it many times before since the accident, but each time Sandra would get quiet when the subject of what happened came up. She was still a bit upset from the car crash, you know.

"Wake up, sleepy head. You have 45 minutes to be ready for breakfast, then you're going to school, even if I have to drag you out of this house screaming. The shower's already on, the water hot, just like you like it, and I put your eye patch in there already." The voice of the familiar maid was cheery, a bright smile on the woman's face, making obvious she was giggling quietly. "Miss Browning has already gone down, she has a bit of homework to finish, I think." Sandra couldn't help the small smile that rose on her face at the thought. Homework alright, she's probably trying to figure out who the new cute guy is, she thought, giggling quietly.

"Thank you, Cassy." She muttered, untangling herself with skill. It happened nearly every time she was woken up in this house. The maid bowed her head in respect before walking quietly from the room, her plans to go and wake Monica's 20 year old brother for work. Shaking her head, Sandra ran a hand through her tangled mess of hair with a sigh before she closed the bathroom door behind her. The lock was turned before she began to strip down, revealing her pale skin to no one in particular. She had her back turned to the mirror, not wanting to look at herself, afraid of what she'd see. As she peeled her shirt over her head, a long, clean scar could be made out, already fading. Her least favorite was the one that resembled a corset going down her spine, the scars cut small and precise in little 'x's all the way down to the beginning of her behind.

That was the extent of her body scars, the rest of her skin smooth and well taken care of, not a single blemish marring the perfection. Okay, so maybe not perfection, but in some light it was. She was toned nicely, no stretch marks from growing and her body mostly hairless. All except for the little bit of dark curls between her legs, hiding her most intimate parts from the world. As the room began to steam, she slipped into the glass shower, sighing in delight as the jet's shot water at her from nearly angle, soaking her instantly.

She was only beneath the waters mercy for a few minutes before stepping out with a towel around her. Her black hair dripped down her back, the drops rolling down her back and legs to the floor. Around her was the thick steam and the heavy scent of strawberries and creme, her favorite scent to rub into her hair and skin. Monica knew it, too, which was why this particular bathroom was stocked with all strawberry scents. Even candles were chosen to fit her tastes, though she was easy to please. The tune of her favorite song sang through the air, coming from the alarm clock that had been set just in case. The maid woke her up early this time. Silly girl.

Finishing drying off, she dressed in the clothes that were tucked away in the bathroom's closet, a simple pair of long blue jeans that were shredded at the bottom from wear were put on over the black panties, fitting her thin legs snuggly and accentuating as ass that she didn't have much of. A black bra was slung on unceremoniously, the front clasping together with a click. Over that a black and pink checkered shirt was put on, fitting comfortably over her. She smiled at the finished product, turning around in the mirror to see if everything fit alright. It did, thankfully. Monica had relatively good taste in things that her little friend would wear.

A searching gaze was sent into the bathroom, unable to locate her eye patch or the eyeliner she had stashed in the room. The eye patch was found with enough ease, sitting on the sink obviously, but wear was the make up? Walking forward, she grabbed the object and strung it around her head, keeping the strap over her hair, making it quite obvious that it was there, but she didn't care. Everything returned to normal, the over sensitive skin covered eye no longer subjected to the lights. Skin covered, meaning that her eyelid had been melted down to the other side, then sown there to make sure it stayed. It was a sad sight, not gruesome to some but still disgusting. It was still quite tender, as well. She bent down, opening one of the many drawers that lined the bathroom counters, searching for her eyeliner and mascara. She would need it if she was to make a decent appearance in school.

More drawers opened, rattling coming from one in particular, and she grinned. There it was. She pulled out the black crayon along with the mascara, uncapping it easily. Bending over the counter, she began to slide the crayon around her eye with a practiced ease, lining her eye darkly. Today would be an.. interesting day; she could tell.

“Sandra! What the hell is taking so longggg? Your breakfast is getting cold, fucking cunt!” It was Monny, all right, as she was the only person who would address the girl with such casualties.

“Mm… Coming, Monica…” The girl replied softly, then jerked herself from the bathroom in a rush. If Monica was calling, then she must have been taking longer than she meant to be. Slipping on a pair of black and pink checkered flats, she walked from the room only to meet face to face with a grinning Monica. In her hand was Sandra’s bright pink iPod, the metallic pink headphones wound around it.

“You want this? Then you need to eat your breakfast in record time so we can make it to school early. I’m not missing the new kid, today!” Sandra groaned, running a hand through her still-damp hair. Oh well, it always dried straight anyway.

“Mm’kay, Monny. Give me five minutes, alright?” A small smile was offered, and Monica seemed to glow. She couldn’t help but think how cute her little companion was, the kind of girl you could never be mad at, and felt compelled to protect. She was just so fragile looking.

Within moments, Sandra disappeared down the stairs, leaving Monica to her own devices. She grabbed her purse, along with Sandra’s as the forgetful girl would most likely have a stroke without it. Shutting and locking the doors to her large bedroom, she began walking toward the stairs.

A grumpy groan slipped from the corner, her older brother walking from his bedroom with a rather pissed off look on his face.

“Did you know that I had to fucking see that little friend of yours flaunt around in near nothing? She left her bathroom and bedroom doors open.” He didn’t sound mad, just sexually frustrated as his own girlfriend hadn’t given him any in a few days, and seeing the petite girl was going to be the end of him.

“Don’t look next time, pervert.” Monica snapped at her brother, instantly protective of her friend. A rather poisonous look was on her face, and if looks could kill then he’d be dead. “Sandra’s a level above you, Seath, don’t even consider it. She’s like that girl behind a glass window, you can look, but you can’t touch because of a guard dog like me.” Her words were spoken in a deadly quiet voice, almost shocking her brother.

“I’d never touch the disturbed little fuck. She might break down in tears.” Seath snarled back, then turned on his heel and disappeared back into his bedroom with the slam of his door. “Stupid bitch!”

Monica frowned at the door, but turned on her heel and walked down the stairs. He’d soon realize she was telling the truth, and threatening him for his own safety. Sandra was poison to all, she felt, and they were poison to her. It was a lose-lose situation.

As she reached the ground level, the sight of Alessandra waiting by the door was a good thing, the keys of Monica’s favorite car jingling in her hand, creating a grin on the other’s face. “Mmm. Freshmeat, eh hunny? Gonna help me bag this one?”

“I suppose I could… Better you than me, I always say.” Sandra giggled, but snaked a sly hand into Monica’s purse. Of course the girl knew what was happening, but if her friend wanted to try and be sneaky to get her property back, she’d give her that satisfaction. They parted right after Sandra got the iPod, and Monica slipped into the driver’s seat while her friend occupied the passenger’s side. The car started with a delicious roar, and Monica grinned at the sound.

“OH! I do love the purring of this baby in the mornings..” She purred, patting the wheel of the Porsche that she sat in. Spoiled? Yes.

Sandra snorted, then rolled her eye with a scoff. “I still say the Evo sounds better. What with the turbo and exhaust and cold air intake.. Ohh. Such pretty sounds…” Cars were a passion, all of hers had at least twenty grand put just in upgrading the engine and such.

“Oh, whatever.”

And with that the two were off, speeding down the road on the way to the high school where they would be residing for the day. Of course… Sandra was going quite unwillingly. She did hate school with a fiery passion that rivaled even then greatest of criminals.

… Perhaps that was an exaggeration.

They arrived in minutes, and Sandra had dawned her head phones. She was now happily listening to a song from the Sweeney Todd soundtrack, swaying to the music as she stepped from the car with a smile. It was a sadistically amazing play, she had to admit, even if cannibalism was quite prominent.

One of the ear-buds hung down, as she would keep one ear open so she could hear the things around her. All she saw were people greeting Monny happily, all smiling brilliantly at her. Sandra just looked at all of them, smiling a forced smile back just to be polite. She didn’t particularly like a lot of the people she was forced to deal with, but such came with the price of popularity.

“Sandra! How are you?” It was one of the girls that claimed herself a best friend, tagging along and just soaking up everything that came along with following Sandra and Monica around. She was practically worshipped, and hand quickly become a whore, known around the school as the easiest ass to get. Personally, Sandra didn’t care much for her, but dealt with her shit anyway.

“Hm.” It was brief answer, not really answering anything, but it was accompanied with a sweet smile, just to appease everyone.

“That’s great. I’m doing good too, it’s awefully early though!” Her voice was too peppy, Sandra decided, and a glance was shot at Monica. It was one that all knew well; the look that basically meant to get rid of the girl because for some un-godly reason Sandra or Monica found her worth getting away from. Usually Sandra would just let it be until Monica did something herself, but right now seemed like an especially good moment to get her away.

Monica glanced back, then at the girl who now looked rather confused. “Hey.. Anna? Come with me for a moment, will you hun?” It was ritual, Monica took them away to somewhere private, then tore down their confidence until they no longer felt worthy enough to be one of the “in-crowd”.

Anna nodded, almost scared, but the two left easily enough.

Sandra looked down, a small smile on her face as she looked at everyone. She couldn’t hear any of them, due to the rather frantic voice blasting through the headphones.

A recognized face appeared in her view, and she nearly stumbled at the sight. It was Alec. The boy from the restaurant the other night. He was the new boy that Monica was so obsessed with?

Oh dear…

She noticed lips moving, and blinked before reaching up and taking one of the ear-buds out of her ear.

“Excuse me?” Her voice was soft, meek, timid, all due to the sudden realization of who he was.

“I said…”


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Eek. I’m realllyyy not happy with that one, but oh well.
Least I got it out.

I’m terribly sorry for the wait, I got distracted and disinterested. =/

I would like people to tell me what they think of this story.
I love critiques.


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