#7 Plastic

Fire can be warm and comforting, creating heat and a beautiful glow. Something everyone has come to appreciate. Yet, fire can also be dangerous and lethal, racing and leaping gracefully but greedily to consume all in its path, leaving nothing but death and destruction. The power to control, and then to abuse. To love, and destroy with powerful flames all lies in your hands.

Chapter One: Pain Killer

"Adriana! Get up!" My step-mothers shrill voice pierced my ears. I was really starting to detest my name. Each time she called it sent jagged daggers to my ears and skin.
I lie awake, too warm and comfortable to get out of bed. My fluffy, robin egg blue duvet pulled over my head creating an exact replica of a lightless night.
I herd each sharp tap of her high heels as she climb the grand stair case and head to my room. Before I counted to ten, my door smashed against my wall and my step-mother was, obviously, furiously irritated by my laziness and reluctance to get out of bed.
Another successful day, she was pissed.
"Have I been talking to myself! I said get up!" I could hear the stress in her voice.
She'd been downstairs, calling for me to get up at least eight times. And before that, she had come in my room twice, poking me with her sharp, long nails, telling me it was seven thirty.
She started it, poking me, almost as if she were a kid, poking a dead animal with a sharp stick. Only she was more repulsed.
To me, this seemed to be a suitable punishment: a raspy, exerted voice and a bad start to her day. It’s not that the poking hurt,—not that much could really be called pain in my eyes anymore—it was just a way to get her back. I didn't care if she liked me or not, but she didn’t have to treat me like an animal. No, wait, worse then just any animal. I was, in her eyes, more like a rat . . . or a cockroach.
"AH!" I gasped as the cold autumn air stung my body, shocking me awake. "What the hell do you think your doing?" I grabbed my duvet from her manicured talons and pulled it over my body, giving her the dirtiest look I could conjure up at this time of day.
She tugged on my blanket. "I'm telling you right now, you—” She didn’t bother calling me names anymore. Her and I both knew there was no point. It would just get us started . . . again.
“If you don’t get up right now, I swear I will drag you out of that bed by your hair!" By the end of her threat, she was shrilly whispering.
Threats really never bothered me, because I knew they were empty. She would never fallow through with anything she hadthreatenedd. Partly because she knows what I would do to her if she did, and partly because she didn't want to break any of her pretty little nails. I usually just ignored her, but I did have to go to school. . . .
Her hazel eyes practically willed me to drop dead. The feeling of triumph trickled through the cold numbness that had taken over once I'd given up, and that now, was eternally present in my mind.
I stretched and cracked my knuckles—knowing how much she hated that. I could see her flinch—blurrily—from the corner of my eye. Yawning and rubbing my eyes, I tried to stretch out the process as long as possible.
Arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently, scow on her face, she watched and waited helplessly.
"You could go now." I added smoothly, snickering under my breath. She stormed out of my room, slamming the door behind her. I was surprised her thin, strappy stiletto heels hadn't snapped in half.
Getting up, I stumbled my way towards the big, white stereo that was set upon a glass shelf. In bright blue neon, it read eight fifteen. Ten minutes 'till school. I drummed my fingers on the smooth, immaculate plastic. I would make it on time. I'd just have to rush a bit. . . .
Quickly grabbing my tooth brush, tooth paste I stuck them in the shower, along with my face wash then rushed over to the cuppord to get towels. My hair was messy, wild. I carefully took out the rubber band holding my six shades of natural, golden blond hair in a messy bun and pulled it onto my wrist. My long hair bounced limply to the upper middle of my back. A shame I needed a shower, the locks in my hair were quite pretty. I sighed as I climbed in. The hot water gave me goose bumps, but it was really nice on my deadly cold skin.
I held my eye open and stuck my contact in. My eyesight was terrible. Without contacts, everything appeared as if I was looking through haze. The contrast between my eyes now made me dizzy. I suck the other one in and looked at myself in the mirror.
My lilac, purple eyes stared back at me lifelessly. The purple was so dull it almost looked white. My face drained of colour and my lips looked too pail. It was odd that I looked pale. The olive skin tone I had all year round had gone. I was now, a boring shade of chalky, sick looking gold.
I opened the half empty, burgundy bottle of anti-depressants and p
I opened the half empty, burgundy bottle of anti-depressants and popped one in my mouth, swallowing it dry.
Faded blue jeans and a black Adidas jacket on, I made my way to the main floor to get some breakfast.

This is just a draft and I really want to know what you think, thanks sooooo soo much if you helped!
This is only the first like page of my chapter… I have a lot more things happen…
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