My Immortal
One
Drrrrrrrrrrrring! The bell rang and I couldn’t wait for next class. Music! The one class where I actually feel comfortable, happy but still shy.
Maybe I should tell you a little about myself? Well, my name is Amy Lee, I’m 17 years old and I live in Huntington Beach, California. I love music, that’s one of the reasons why I can play guitar! In school I guess I’m an outcast, I’ve been called all from “emo”, “cutter” “cunt”, “sucidiy” and all stuff like that, probably because of my looks. I have wavy black hair that is just below my shoulder blades, icy blue eyes, really pale skin and I am skinny as hell. Shy, awkward and unsocial are three excellent words to describe me with! The only friend I have is Jacob, he’s one year younger than me but we are like best friends. He knows what I feel like about stuff, he knows what I’ve been through and he just understands me. Too bad that he’s in a grade below me because I really wish he was my classmate since I practically sit in the bottom corner in the classroom during the days.
“Hey watch it bitch!” I suddenly realized that I bumped in to school’s very own asshole, Matt Sanders. This is why I shouldn’t be thinking that much. Yet I manage to do that a lot.
“Sorry...” I mumbled as I walked past Matt and his 4 friends looking down at my books.
They are probably one of the biggest reasons to why I hate school this much. Today was an easy day for me; usually they push me around, lock me up in the lockers and make really hurtful comments. I’m just happy today they were taking it easy on me. The thing is, I already have enough problems not only with my miserably low self-esteem and confidence, and that’s my family problems.
I was born here in Huntington but I’ve moved around a lot. With that said I can just say that I’m an orphan… I’ve moved homes 19 times now each and every family has been abusive and taken out their anger on me. The family I live with now, they’re okay I guess. They don’t hit me, they just ignore me a bit, which is the best family so far. I would rather just be alone but since I’m a minor I have no choice.
Now you might ask yourself why I am jumping around all of these homes? Well, my mother died when I was born, my father took care of me until I was 5 years old, and that’s when he became an alcoholic so the social service took me in.
I walked in to the music room and sat in the back, close to the guitars. The class went pretty fast, all we did was to discuss some of the famous people in music history, like Nirvana, Elvis Presley, Jimmy Hendrix, The Beatles, ABBA etc. It was fun, I always love these lessons no matter if its theory or we have to play. I never play guitar or sing though, I am way to shy and I feel vulnerable when I play. I expose my feelings a lot when I play, because what I feel comes straight through my heart when I touch those magic strings.
The bell rang once again and everybody left, except me. I usually stick around here afterwards to play guitar and to release stress and other feelings.
I grabbed one of the guitars and started playing & singing a song from The Pretty Reckless.
“You don't want me, no
You don't need me
Like I want you, oh
Like I need you
And I want you in my life
And I need you in my life
You can't see me, no
Like I see you
I can't have you, no
Like you have me
And I want you in my life
And I need you in my life
You can't feel me, no
Like I feel you
I can't steal you, no
Like you stole me
And I want you in my life
And I need you in my life”
I miss her. I miss mum, even though I never have met her. It hurts but I guess I am coping because here I am right?
As I hung the guitar back up on its place I heard somebody clear his throat. I turned around to see Mr. Hansen (my musicteacher) looking at me.
“Amy, you really have talent for both singing and playing guitar, why don’t you show it in class? I don’t want you to miss out on a good grade or future because of it.” He exclaimed.
“Erhm… I can’t do that Mr.Hansen. First of all I don’t agree with you, even I know that I am horrible at this, second of all, I just can’t do it infront of people. It’s not JUST stage fright, it’s a bunch of other things…” I replied quietly before I headed out the classroom, walking past Mr.Hansen.
I headed back to the locker, grabbed my backpack and threw everything that I needed inside of it. As I shut the locker two arms trapped me towards the lockers. I turned around to see Matt facing me and his companions that stood behind him. ‘Damn, this can’t be good’ I thought to myself.
“Staying later in school huh?” he said with a really cocky tone.
I nodded. I’m not going to deny the fact that they scare me. I tried to sneak under his arm but he grabbed me firmly and dragged me back.
Maybe I should tell you a little about myself? Well, my name is Amy Lee, I’m 17 years old and I live in Huntington Beach, California. I love music, that’s one of the reasons why I can play guitar! In school I guess I’m an outcast, I’ve been called all from “emo”, “cutter” “cunt”, “sucidiy” and all stuff like that, probably because of my looks. I have wavy black hair that is just below my shoulder blades, icy blue eyes, really pale skin and I am skinny as hell. Shy, awkward and unsocial are three excellent words to describe me with! The only friend I have is Jacob, he’s one year younger than me but we are like best friends. He knows what I feel like about stuff, he knows what I’ve been through and he just understands me. Too bad that he’s in a grade below me because I really wish he was my classmate since I practically sit in the bottom corner in the classroom during the days.
“Hey watch it bitch!” I suddenly realized that I bumped in to school’s very own asshole, Matt Sanders. This is why I shouldn’t be thinking that much. Yet I manage to do that a lot.
“Sorry...” I mumbled as I walked past Matt and his 4 friends looking down at my books.
They are probably one of the biggest reasons to why I hate school this much. Today was an easy day for me; usually they push me around, lock me up in the lockers and make really hurtful comments. I’m just happy today they were taking it easy on me. The thing is, I already have enough problems not only with my miserably low self-esteem and confidence, and that’s my family problems.
I was born here in Huntington but I’ve moved around a lot. With that said I can just say that I’m an orphan… I’ve moved homes 19 times now each and every family has been abusive and taken out their anger on me. The family I live with now, they’re okay I guess. They don’t hit me, they just ignore me a bit, which is the best family so far. I would rather just be alone but since I’m a minor I have no choice.
Now you might ask yourself why I am jumping around all of these homes? Well, my mother died when I was born, my father took care of me until I was 5 years old, and that’s when he became an alcoholic so the social service took me in.
I walked in to the music room and sat in the back, close to the guitars. The class went pretty fast, all we did was to discuss some of the famous people in music history, like Nirvana, Elvis Presley, Jimmy Hendrix, The Beatles, ABBA etc. It was fun, I always love these lessons no matter if its theory or we have to play. I never play guitar or sing though, I am way to shy and I feel vulnerable when I play. I expose my feelings a lot when I play, because what I feel comes straight through my heart when I touch those magic strings.
The bell rang once again and everybody left, except me. I usually stick around here afterwards to play guitar and to release stress and other feelings.
I grabbed one of the guitars and started playing & singing a song from The Pretty Reckless.
“You don't want me, no
You don't need me
Like I want you, oh
Like I need you
And I want you in my life
And I need you in my life
You can't see me, no
Like I see you
I can't have you, no
Like you have me
And I want you in my life
And I need you in my life
You can't feel me, no
Like I feel you
I can't steal you, no
Like you stole me
And I want you in my life
And I need you in my life”
I miss her. I miss mum, even though I never have met her. It hurts but I guess I am coping because here I am right?
As I hung the guitar back up on its place I heard somebody clear his throat. I turned around to see Mr. Hansen (my musicteacher) looking at me.
“Amy, you really have talent for both singing and playing guitar, why don’t you show it in class? I don’t want you to miss out on a good grade or future because of it.” He exclaimed.
“Erhm… I can’t do that Mr.Hansen. First of all I don’t agree with you, even I know that I am horrible at this, second of all, I just can’t do it infront of people. It’s not JUST stage fright, it’s a bunch of other things…” I replied quietly before I headed out the classroom, walking past Mr.Hansen.
I headed back to the locker, grabbed my backpack and threw everything that I needed inside of it. As I shut the locker two arms trapped me towards the lockers. I turned around to see Matt facing me and his companions that stood behind him. ‘Damn, this can’t be good’ I thought to myself.
“Staying later in school huh?” he said with a really cocky tone.
I nodded. I’m not going to deny the fact that they scare me. I tried to sneak under his arm but he grabbed me firmly and dragged me back.
Love this story just wish it didn't end like that tho :/ other than that I hope there is a second part to it.
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