Through my Regna
Lillian Lenn, also known as Elle, a high school student who is living day to day with a body she is constantly being ridiculed for. Everyday seems to be her own person hell. When she goes home a sigh of relief crosses her lips when she is alone, not wanting to deal with her drug addicted and alcoholic parents. One day her life changed forever. Nicholas Ross, an agent for the Regna's, grants a persons wish, but will Elle's wishes change who she is? Will her wishes become her nightmare? Read to find out!
Prologue
I hate the person I am, the person that I chose to be. I look in the mirror and see everything wrong with me, from my short body to the odd paleness of my skin. As my eyes go down my body I notice everything, the small pimples all over my face, the obvious over weight I show, and how my hair hangs off my head like hay, I can't help but hate it all. Never allowed to be happy, never showing anyone who I really am. A 5'1 highschool junior with the name Lillian Lenn, what a joke right, the rest of my school thinks I'm a joke and they show me just how much of a joke I really am. I work as an online data entry, a no internet needed document that I put in the data that is mailed to me and I send back at the end of each week. I do this so I do not have to be seen by the world, I won't have to be ridiculed for my body, for the way that my appearance is seen. I wish I could look like the other girls, with their beautiful silky hair, skinny bodies, and even being taller than 5'4. I wish a lot of things, I know that it will never come true, I know that this is the body I was given. I can't help but think what I might be like if my body was different, maybe I would be a better person, one who can help others.
The sun may set but the hurt never goes away, the pain is always there. My parents always yell, mostly at me, they get drunk and take their frustrations out on the one person who is in their lives, me. As they bust in through my door I hold the blanket over me, they scream, through the bottle of whatever it is they are drinking, the smell of alcohol fills the room. When I don't turn around they do the last thing they can think of, hit me, leave bruises down my side, causing pain with every movement. As they yell out "FAT CUNT!" Or even the occasional "BITCH" I know it is about to be over. As the door slams shut I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding in. This is never the life a child should have, but if I don't take it, who will. Most nights they don't bother coming home. Home alone, the only time I don't have to hide, the only time I can show my face, be able to walk with my head held high.
The voice in my head will always tell me how easy it would be to run away, to have a final hiding place from all the pain, but the unknown is what keeps me here. How am I supposed to know what people will say about me in a new place, how they will react to my body, how they will react to me. So I stay, I hide from the world, covering my face anytime I can, and I never let anyone know who I really am, they already hate me. I want it to change I want it all to end, I want to be the type of person who doesn't have to hide, the type of person who can hold their heads high when things get tough, I want to be the type of person who is the opposite of me.
The cold brisk air hits my face, causing my pale skin to turn pink in the cold, my dirty blonde hair flies around in the wind unable to lay against my cheeks. As I walk home from school I can't help but feel the cold air against my skin, like pins against my flesh. Each step becomes harder than the last, I see the dirty red house and walk up the cracked concrete stairs to my door. The hood to my oversized black hoodie blows off my head, but the hoodie continues to cover my body, showing no curves, showing nothing at all. The baggy blue jeans hangs off my body, nothing will show, nothing to tease about, nothing to hate. It takes all my weight to push the heavy black door open. I can't help but release the breath I didn't realize I was holding at the sight of an empty house, they're gone. I don't have to hide from the fighting, or hitting, I can finally show my skin, no longer having to pretend that I feel nothing.
As I strip off my day to day clothes I find my black baggy sweatpants and just a white t-shirt. I clean the fireplace, taking out the empty drug bags and medical containers, throwing away the used needles and empty alcohol bottles, a fire will keep me warm in the cold winter. I start a fire using old school assignments and some cut wood that I keep hidden under my dresser during the winter, and an old lighter I keep in a drawer away from my family in hopes to stop them from using it for drugs. With my blanket wrapped around my body I lay on the beaten up brown soft couch in front of the fire. As I lay there the same wish continues to flood my thoughts, the wish to be different, to have beautiful, silky long blonde hair, a taller and slimmer body, and to even have tan skin. As I wish for these things I keep hearing the teasing from school, one girl, Carley Broshier, popular girl in school always has to tease anyone who can't fight back, or they just choose not to.
Carley runs Willer Highschool with an iron fist, with her starting Varsity quarterback boyfriend Jim Lann, though she is nasty and hateful to everyone around her he is kind, never says anything bad, but he doesn't talk to many people either. He keeps to himself and never does anything worth hating, or to even talk bad about, except for him dating Carley. Everyday she always has something to say something about my pale skin color, or the size of my body, even the clothes that I wear day to day.
When I walk down the hall I hear a loud, "BOO, oh no a ghost!" Immediately I know its her, she is the one who has dedication to make my life miserable. Everyday of my school life she always finds a way to make everything worse, or even to just ruin my day, as if I don't already hate who I am.
I was born and raised in Willer, Missouri, lived in the same house and the same room for as long as I can remember. I have also had to fight off my parents and all the teasing at school for as long as I can remember. Still laying by the fire I can't help but think about what I have done with my life, what has happened to me, and how it has shaped me into the person I am today. I wish I could be different, I wish I could be the person that people actually wanted to talk to, I wish so many things and I know that no matter how hard I wish it will never come true. So I laid there and waited for the darkness to take over before falling asleep by the fire, keeping warm under an itchy wool blanket, with my back pressed against the crusty brown couch. I dreamt of what my life was, what I have done, all that I could not change, things that I wish I could change.