Reality. Chapter One and Intro

Disclaimer
Everything in this was inspired by real people, real events. Not all of it is real. All names(with few exceptions due to permission given by them) and locations have been changed for the safety of these people. I owe them a great debt, and thank them for their co-operation. Some people may ask if any of this happened to me. If any of this I experienced myself. Some people may ask which character in this I am. To them I have only this to say. I’ll let you decide that on your own.



Introduction

You know there are many worlds within one. This planet we call Earth has many smaller worlds in it. We have the animal kingdom, the sky where many creatures, and sometimes even humans venture, the dark depths of the ocean, the tropic forests, the arctic regions of the north, then there are even the civilizations created by the oh so glorious human race. Now the one thing most people don’t realize is that within our civilizations there are small pockets of tiny unknown, and unknown seen societies. Groups of people that have fallen through the cracks, slipped out of side of the civilizations eyes. The problem is that these unseen societies can see everyone else and everything from the world they left behind. Sometimes these two worlds will collide. Sometimes they will meet. Sometimes one world gets trampled on by the other. The problem is that usually it is the world that is unseen, so there is no one from the outside to help them. The people in that world must endure everything that happens to them. They must learn how to defend themselves, how to fend for themselves, how to fight back against those that threw them away and treated them like trash. This is the reality of things for these people. This is how they fell few the cracks of society. How easy it was for them to fall. Yet how difficult it is for them to endure the life that society sometimes forced on them, and other times they chose for them.

















Chapter 1: The Founder

There is one thing that she remembers most about her old house. The house she spent years in. How many years she spent there, well she won’t tell anyone. How many years it’s been since she was last there, no one knows that but her. Where this house was located, once again no one but her knows. Will she ever let anyone know these details most people ask themselves? No one can say for sure. She is a mystery to everyone she knows, yet she is their savior, their best friend, and to some a mother. To one person she was even a lover, a compassionate, loyal, caring girlfriend.

To her friends she shared her past. To her friends she revealed her origins. She revealed how she slipped through the cracks. However to her lover she revealed why she stayed in the cracks, as oppose to trying to crawl back up to the top.

It was a Tuesday evening after school. She had just walked home and sat down. She was sitting in a large green and blue striped couch. She told her friends often how hideous the couch looked. The thing is that despite how ugly the couch is, it was the most relaxing thing in the world. She spent many days napping on it. She had her most wonderful dreams on that couch. She even spent most of her favorite moments on it.

She was sitting there for who knows how long. She had her music on, at the time she didn’t know what the music was about, but she loved how it sounded none the less. As she listened to her music she was doing her homework from school. The funny thing is that she didn’t really have to do it, because it was her last day at school. She was putting the finishing touches on her article for the school newspaper. She doesn’t remember what it was about. She doesn’t want to remember she says.

The next memory of that day she has was a loud screeching sound. Her father was home. Then there was a loud banging sound and sudden burst of light. He was inside the house now. She grew accustomed to this. Her dad wasn’t a drunk; in fact he threatened her that if she ever drank he would break all her bones. No, he was just a reckless self righteous ass that had to have every single thing his way.

She continued about listening to her music, writing the article, checking it for spelling and grammar errors. Then the yelling started. This happened everyday for months now. She could hardly bare it anymore. It was slowly driving her mad. She described it as a snapping sound in her mind. The thing was that it kept ringing and ringing. Getting louder and quieter. It would have been bearable had it just stayed one noise level she told her friends. She was growing sick of the new routine her parents did. She was sick of her dad constantly abusing her mom. She would do anything for her mom. So she decided to do something drastic.

She walked upstairs to the bathroom. She grabbed one of her razors she shaved her legs with. Then she went to her room and found her duct tape. Then right down the middle she put a strip of tape. Then she started shaving the parts of her head that weren’t covered by the line of duct tape. The final product was the birth of a mo-hawk. She had always wanted one, but her dad would never allow something like that to happen. He hated the idea that people could willingly set themselves out. Willingly make themselves look different and odd. He thought he was some kind of sin to be strange and different. She thought that it was beauty. Her friends agreed with her.

After she cut her hair she grabbed it off the floor in one hand. She then proceeded to walk to her parents room where they were fighting. She barged into the room in the middle of her dad yelling. Then yelled hey dad look what the fuck I did, and threw the hair in her hand at her dads face. She says that he was like a cougar backed up in its cave attempting to fend off a attacker. He lashed out at her. Started cursing and yelling at her. She barely remembers a thing he said. She does clearly remember getting punched in the face and grabbed by the small amount of hair she had left. Her dad dragged her all the way down to the front door. He yelled “You better stay on this porch until I return, I’m not done with your little disobedient ass.”

She waited there for a good half hour, preparing for what was coming next. She expected the worse. She was expecting her dad to come out with fists raised and voice yelling. Next thing she knows the door opened slowly. Her dad walked out calmly. He was carrying a backpack and suitcase. This is all he said to her, “You need to leave this house. There is some food in the backpack. All your clothing is in the suitcase. I never want to see you here again. Your absolutely a disgrace to your family. Never even consider us family again, you’ll be treated as a criminal if I see you here again. Now get off my porch Peppermint.”

Peppermint, that is her name. No one knows why her dad called her this. No one knows how she got that nickname. Yet she chooses to use it, despite the bitter memories of the person who gave it to her. Her friends like to think that it has new meaning. They like to think that she keeps it just for them, because something about hearing her name brings a smile to their face.

So Peppermint set off. She started walking. She had no clue where she was heading. She didn’t even know what direction she was going. All she knew was that she was walking. The only thought on her mind was that she had finally stood up against the person who tortured her for years. She was finally free from her tormentor, she couldn’t have been happier.