Freddy's Girl

She stepped out of the shower and dried her hair, then opened her top dresser drawer and retrieved a pair of red lace panties from it and a red lace bra to match. She shut it and slid the panties up her long legs, then put her arms through the straps of the bra and clipped it. She stared at herself in the mirror. The bra was tight against her, it was too small. She needed a new one, but her mother was too much of a drunken slut to take her to get one. She pulled on a leather skirt that hung a little above the knee and a black top with a thorned rose on it. She glanced at the clock, she was going to be late again. She would have to hear her smug homeroom teacher say,'Raven, so glad you could join us',in his sarcastic, monotone voice. When he talked to her in that derisive tone she imagined stabbing scissors into his jugular and watching as blood shot from his wound and splatters across his desk. Sometimes Raven's thoughts turned dark and evil, morbid and wrong, but she didn't care. Raven looked in her bedroom mirror and carefully applied dark red lipstick to her lips, it matched the polish on her long nails. She applied black eye-liner and silently wondered where her mom had passed out this time. 'I wish she would drink herself to death', she thought and meant it. She sat on the end of her bed and quickly zipped up her leather boots, then grabbed her backpack and walked out of her room.