Lucky, aren’t I? ( chapters 1 and 2 )

“ Lucky , aren’t I?”
by: L.V. J
Book #1

| Chapter I - “ Forgiveness ” |

“ Lord have mercy, forgive me father, I have sinned. ” a small child cried to the higher up, a priest. She looked up, pleading. Her hands brought up to her chin, clasped. She bent onto her knees, “ Please father! ” She had watery eyes. The man brought his hand to her head and simply patted her with a small smile, it looked more like a smirk to the human eye. “ Of course my child of the lord, I will forgive your sins, as well he. ” He looked down at her, more so smiling now. “ Oh thank you father! How can I ever repay your thoughtfulness and the word of the lord! ” She smiled brightly, “ Spread the word to the world, my child. ” he smirked before resting his hand in his lap. “ Yes father! I will! ” She walked out of the chapel smiling and skipping. But, why is a child by herself at church and walking out? Well.. this story will tell. Prepare yourself, this is a rated 12+ book. Enjoy.
The next day at 2nd grade, “ EW! POOKIE PICKED HIS NOSE! ” Yelled that same girl from the church. “ Did not! Jean, god won’t let you into heaven for lying! ” He smirked, laughing. She furrowed a brow, anger filling her body, “ HE WON’T ACCEPT A DISGUSTING GAY INTO HEAVEN! ” She screamed. “ NO NO NO NO ! ” He widened his eyes. “ I’m not gay! I just like feminine clothing! ” He bit his lip. Everyone else came over, intrigued by what was going on. “ I WILL CRUCIFY ALL OF YOU ONE DAY! JUST LIKE HOW JESUS WAS CRUCIFIED!” She exclaimed , before getting dragged into the principal’s office throwing a tantrum.
“ I’m sorry for calling you in today, Mr... ” The principal was cut off, never knowing his last name. He looked like a single father, but the principal was trying to think. “ Mr . Fourneir, if you would, please.” He let off a small smile under his mustache. “ Right, Mr.Fourneir, well your daughter Ms.Blanchett Jean has been calling a student , gay , and made a supposed death threat, I’m sorry Sir, but a mental hospital is required for her. We have noticed her behavior and it all links to Borderline Personality Disorder, BPD. ” The principal told Fourneir, biting her finger. “ Principal Filler, you do realize she’s a growing child .... ” he was cut off from her speech, “ That’s what we thought, but she is unbehaved, and uneasily tamed. ” She sighed.
The child looked up to her father, her eyes shaking, “ NO NO ! I WON’T BE TAKEN INTO CUSTODY, YOU ALL WILL GO TO THE UNDERGROUND WORLD WITH THE FALLEN ANGEL, LUCIFER! ” She gasped, putting her hands to her mouth. She’s never said his name before, she was going to go to hell! Oh heavens no, she would start backing up to the wall, “ Y..YOU’LL NEVER CATCH ME ALIVE! HA-HA! ” The institute people would come in and take her out to the van, bringing her to the institution with her screaming and cursing them out with Bible verses.

| Chapter II - “ Denial ” |

Months passed from the first time Jean arrived, she was shaking in her room, she was stuck in a white room, not allowed out like the others. She couldn’t do what she used to. She was only 7, she looked up to the guard, she had eye bags under her eyes, if she slipped up she would get shocked, “ H..HEY MAN, LISTEN. I’M ASKING NICELY, PLEASE!! GIVE ME WHAT I WANT, I WANT OUT! ” She said deranged and crazy-like. “ no.” He was irritated and grabbed that shocking-stick. She slipped down onto the floor realizing she would never get out, this was it. No! It couldn’t be it, she was in denial trying to figure out how to get out. She can get out, She COULD get out! SHE WILL GET OUT! She started rocking back and forth, crying and laughing. “ HAHA, YOU GUYS ARE SO FREAKING STUPID! ” she bit her cheek, laughing menacingly. She side eyed the guard behind her.
She wanted out, so bad. But, how? That was the question , it was how? She felt so jealous of the people who were out in the average rooms, getting out and not being watched 24/7. She knew at least one of them thought they were in a living hell, but they were so lucky. They live unaware of what happens to her, they don’t get bothered by those who don’t care. Lucky are those who don't get bothered. That's all unfair. She was so jealous, just frustrated. She was so unlucky, who knew so much already and fought to make changes, unlucky her who suffered all the pain all because of an obsession. She sighed and rolled to the other side of the room
“ LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT! ” she screamed, kicking the wall, trying to be as annoying as possible. She stared at the guard, they didn’t care. “AHH. I’M GOING TO BREAK OUT! ” The guard's eye twitched, “ SHUT UP YOU BRAT! ” he yelled. She scoffed before rolling to the back wall.