I wake up in my bed, tired still as always and sit up on my headboard contemplating whether I should jump off a cliff.....youd think I was crazy to have such thoughts but.....

For the past fifteen years...I have been tormented by nightmares....nightmares form........I don't know, men?, giants? Whatever they are!, I wake up in a realm I can only describe as infinite, pipes and what I can only believe is giant shelves going infinitely in all directions.....each time, these probably thirteen or more giant things are hunting me down!...

I sit there, pondering what in the world I could have done to deserve this....even my doctor giving me a whole pharmacy worth of sleeping meds and other shit hasn't helped.....I'm stuck in a loop...., then I glance to the calander and clock and realize....

ITS THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL

I nearly jump out of my bed, grabbing clothes, and rush towards the bathroom hoping I won't beaten, my mom will kill me if I get detention on the first day back!

I rush down the block of flats' stairs, goingstraight for the door, walking put I'm hit by the bright sun, my eyes sting and I blink trying to get my eyes to cooperate, finally catching glimpse of the passing bus that had left before I got on!....great....just great! This day couldn't get any worse!

I rush after it, stumbling over the bumpy tiles of this good for nothing read that I can't help but curse out each time I walk on....this thing has made me sprain my ankle six times! I'm still wondering how my ankle is still usable as I turn the corner to see my school up ahead....it takes usually five minutes to jog there....and the bell rings in two...so....I could jog and be late...or....run and be drentched and list likely scrutinized at every turn.....well....I'd much rather be scrutinized than get an earful from my mom, who gives a fuck, I'm still the invisible girl so...

I book it to the school, five minutes turning to one as I reach the gate and stumble, heaving for breath....I'm usually more athletic....after all....getting chased by a certain giant creature that I decided to name spark....because he is fast as lightning, literally, and grabs me to gobble me up each time...well....yeah....I can run...but right now I don't have the energy nor the adrenaline I need to pull that off and I rush to class, going straight to my desk while still drentched in sweat....I really should have worn sth lighter, I mean who the fuck wears a sweat shirt and warm winter pants to school in the middle of July?!

And before I could catch my breath...well...."they"...walk up.....Jessica's group....the bratty queen bees...like...what us this?! Some generic shitty funfic story?!?! Why does tgere always have to be mean girls!!

And before I can open my mouth, Jessica, a tall girl with a perfect body and fair hair speaks up to say

"Woah, look at Mrs sweaty pig over here! What, you don't know how to take a shower once in a while? Or are you really as dumb as a pig?"

The other girls laugh with her as they look at my drentched form, thank fucking God I hadn't put on make up is all I can think of befire I really feel my blood boiling, I didn't plan on doing this...not today...but fuck it, cause I'm starting to get annoyed, these cows have been bullying me, have spread rumors about me, have even thrown ice cold Coca-Cola down my shirt, and ya know what? I've had enough of it!

I stand

"you know what Jessica? Maybe you're right"

Jessica confused takes a step back

"What?"

Before she can continue I speak

"and you know what? Let me thank you, you look so famished right now"

"Huh...wait...wha-"

she stumbles out, scared of the glint in my eyes as I stare at her, using that half crazed look I managed to copy from the creatures in my dreams, it always scared the shit out of me, might aswell make use of it now as I speak

"let me give you a knuckle sandwich perhaps that can quell the appetite of a bitch like you!"

I say slightly raising my voice before throwing a brutal left hook straight to her flawless face, guess those boxing lessons with my cousins are really useful after all!

I sit in the principal's office, the principal, Mrs Johnson...or as we call her, "Mrs bitch"...is sitting across from me, her desk filled with papers and an old half broken laptop that everyone can't help but call "junk" behind her back....

Apparently...my punch was so strong, it sent "queen bee" to the freaking hospital....

I don't even know how! I was never that strong, at least...that I know of... I never fuckIng trained other than the few lessons when i was six by my dad for boxing! And even then! It was playing! How the fuck can a left hook or...was it right?.. Well, either way, how could a fragile girl like me, barely 56 kilos like me even be able to hurt her!

My thoughts are interrupted when my mother walks in, business suit on, make up bland as always....seems like she just got out of a trial.... I just hope she isn't mad

"Greetings, principal Johnson I was called for....an incident...concerning my daughter?"

"Yes, miss Smith, you'll need to sit down for thus one" Mrs Johnson says in that annoying condescending tone of hers

My mother sits down next to me, eyes sharp as any lawyer's trying to discern the situation

"Miss Smith, we're called here because your daughter... Hope...well...she punched a student in the face....the girl in question was sent to the hospital for a serious concussion, apparently...."

I cringe slightly remembering the sound of Jessica's nose breaking...reminding me of the sound I heard in my dreams when...well...when my bones were broken...but I shouldn't linger on that thought, quickly shaking myself out of it, I notice my mother's glare....

"Explain yourself young lady!" she says, her voice one to send chills down even Mrs Johnson's spine,

But I don't flinch, I've been eaten alive too many times, both tempted by the most beautiful and haunting and even demonic voices by those...things....back then when I was young, I thought that no part of that torture would ever be beneficial...guess it is now, I look my mother in the eye in a way that shows my none existent guilt

"I did, and I'm proud of it, you taught not to lie, that girl has done was worse to me than I've done to her..."

My mother doesn't seem surprised, I've faced her like this since I was fucking eleven, this kind of resistance to fear kind of rubs of on you...at least....when you're like me...

"Well either way, you will be getting a suspension for a week" Mrs Johnson pipes up, uncomfortable with our silent glares and after that practically kicks us out

As we walk to the car, my mother look at me half disappointed half angry, but there's an ounce of respect under that gaze, my mother knows when I'm lying better than anyone and when I told her the girl deserved it... I'm guessing she believed it...

The car drive back home is silent as ever, but once we get home?...well....

"What were you thinking?!? Hitting another girl in the face?!? I didn't raise you like this young lady!!"

"mom, look-" I didn't get to finish...my mom spents the next hour scolding me....my mom has a way with words...she twists every argument I try to make against me...

"god-damn it!" I yell finally going to my room, done with this and slamming the door, of course my mom tries to open the door while yelling the usual petty arguments like who do I think I am to slam doors in her house and other stuff....but the door is locked, even if she tried to open the door or break it down…well...she can't...sadly for her

I lie on my side to my bed, looking at my hands...

my nails were slightly red....even a hint of blue as well... I hadn't painted them...how it the world are they painted?!....well.... I'm too tired to think...why should I care right now... I'll figure out the whole creepy painted nails thing in the morning...

I decide fall asleep, fully knowing I won't even get a good night's rest, but I don't care.... I'm tired...those things, despite always eating me...at least listen...even when caught, if I start to speak...they listen...once I'm done...well...they give a glance that tells me all i need know about their opinion and then eat me alive....even if it hurts....even if I half hate them....they've been with me my entire life...they're the only things that actually listen and understand....

I close my eyes....fully ready to fight back once more

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hi! author here, not sure when I'll update considering tomorrow is the first day if school and all, anyway, next chapter will be a little...graphic....if you know what I mean...but...hope you like the story so far!

I woke up...as always...on the Barren cold steel of the shelf...feeling that chill that never leaves this place, I stand, walking to the edge of the giant shelf I was standing on to look down, that endless abyss of Never ending shelves...I half want to jump off but...not crazy though to repeat what happened last time...

I look back at my duffle bag, the one I stole from that little...room I found, a safe spot....but I lost that space after red ate me....

I'm startled out if my thoughts at the familiar sound....that sound of sizzling air heading at me....red's lightning.... I'm not about to run from him again, I try to hide behind a bar, my goal isn't to survive, but I ain't going out without a fight

Before I know it I'm whisked away though...not by red....by white...

The giant boy, [he seems young] barely looked seventeen, big black eyes that seemed almost dazed by death, poker face with no hint of emotion, short messy white hair, fangs very obvious...he's dressed just like all the others....black sleeveless shirt, baggy white pants.... I hate to admit, but he's kinda hot even though he's about to eat me

He seems almost bored as he looks at me, as if contemplating how to go about this...he always does, he's always half clueless about this all…

Before I can even make a sound, red rushes by grabbing me from White's grasp

Red's long red hair flailing behind him as he runs, those pink eyes as dead as ever, expression half a smirk, half poker, he tosses me into his mouth, barely missing biting me in two, I swear these things are way too good with their fangs

his tail whips out, the wire like appendage making a whip sound as the blade at the end latches and hooks on a bar above that connect the giant shelf racks like a bridge to stop the momentum of his run, he flips upwards to land on said Bridge

Using his tongue to push me deeper into his mouth, closer to his aching throat...

Good thing I had time to take sth out of my duffle bag...

I point the gun I remembered to keep on me into his eye, barely able to see it due to his tongue pushing me more into his mouth…

White however had other plans, ripping me out of red's mouth as he runs past, I swear the rivalry between these two is sometimes a lifesaver....literally...

I'd have shot white by now but no....he bites my arm off....sneaky bastard is too smart for his own good....

[You might be questioning how the fuck I'm not screaming my lungs out...well....after being torn apart for like....six years?..you kinda get used to the pain...]

Guess White's the winner, he drops me into his mouth, swallowing me whole....

Everything goes black.....

But I wake up right back at the start of the dream....right....this never ends unless I say so...

I waste no time grabbing my duffle bag, thank God weapons respawns with me, I put it on my shoulder and run, I can never stop moving, no way

After like an hour of running [told you I was able to run well] I finally stop, hiding behind a bar again....you'd think I'd have learned my lesson by now but no....

Before I know it, I'm grabbed by one of them...I can't tell who it is yet...but as I look clearer now despite the wind in my eyes...I see pink...pink energy...it's pink...that lunatic....

My vision clears as I look at him, his tanned skin unlike the usual pale as a sheet of the others....the spike blond hair with the few pink highlights.... I'd have called him yellow if it wasn't taken..., the sharp nail of his thumb, threateningly close to my throat

"you bitch"

I don't get to finish my thoughts nor words, Pink practically breaks my spine and spinal cord by crushing me...another death to add to the list…

I wake up again at the start, duffle bag close by.... I hate this place, but I also love it...before I can even stand up a giant hand pins me down...leaving space not to crush me but pinning his giant...blue nails at the sides of my head...my body is already reacting to him...blue....my body is begging to scream...to beg....anything!...

Blue isn't like the others...his presence alone imposes fear into the soul unlike any other...like a god even...he is somehow here....

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spoiled ahead + an explanation about sth in future

Hello! Author here....some of you might recognize the characters...and so I don't get questioned late cause of the names that will be added....these hunter characters are based off of blue lock characters, they are exactly the same and will have the same names....as to why....well ask that to my twelve-year-old self who had the impulse to Simp for all of them and the obsession with giantxtiny ships...

hope you're enjoying this first attempt at a novel so far😁....