Through Thick & Thin (SkeppyxReader)

Chapter 2

Six years later (At 16 years old.)

I woke up to the loud, incessant beeping noise of my alarm. I grumbled under my breath and reached over to turn it off. Once it was off, I pulled my thin blanket closer to my body.

I didn't want to get up. I just wanted to lay here forever and die.

I sighed, and begrudgingly pushed off my blanket. I sat on the side of my bed, my feet touching the floor gently. I slowly stood up, trudged over to my closet and grabbed out a white hoodie and blue jeans.

As I slipped on my hoodie, I looked at my scarred wrists and winced. I then quickly covered them up with my sleeves. I studied myself in the mirror.

Another new school... I thought to myself. Another new school where I wont have any friends, and where I will be alone until we move again.

My father was continuously trying to find a job, but it was hard being the grumpy alcoholic that he was. We would constantly be moving, which means no long-term friends for me. Not like anyone would want to be my friend anyway. I sighed.

I dragged myself over to the bathroom, and quickly got ready for school. I trudged up the hard, wooden stairs and walked past the living room.

I looked over at the light beige couch and saw my father lying unconscious on it. His beard was scruffy and ragged, not having been shaved for months and his hair was terribly messy. On the coffee table beside where he was laying was a half-empty bottle of vodka. I cringed, the smell of alcohol stinking up the house.

I quickly averted my gaze, not able to look at the heart-wrenching sight any longer. On the surface, I felt like he deserved this, for all the terrible things he has done to me. But deep down, I felt bad. Before this whole mess, he was a kind, sophisticated man. I felt bad for the man he used to be. This man lying before me was not my father, he merely was a stranger. The man that he was before was my only father.

I felt a tear begin to escape my eyes, but I quickly stopped it with my finger. I blinked rapidly, trying to stop more from escaping. Once they were all gone, I opened the front door and stepped out without looking back.

I pulled out my phone and put on my playlist of sad music. I slowly walked down the sidewalk, cars rushing past me.

Looking in some of the windows of the cars, I saw laughing kids, and their parents having a great time. I sighed, wishing I could go back to how it was before. What I wouldn't do to have a normal, happy life again. Death can change any person, I learned that the hard way. I sighed for the millionth time today, and closed my eyes, listening to the slow beat of the music ringing in my ears.

I soon reached the school. It was quite big, bigger than most of the schools I have been to. I quickly entered the school, keeping my head down, not making eye contact with anyone.

"Y/N?!" I heard some call, shocked. I looked up, and scanned the room around me. I then saw a girl about my age running up to me. I felt like I recognized her, but I couldn't remember where from. "Y/N! It's me, Brigit!" She called, standing in front of me, smiling.

That's where I remember her from! Brigit was one of my closest friends in middle school before the whole mess happened.

"Brigit?!" I smiled, surprised to see her here. This was one of the first times I had ever smiled in weeks.

"I missed you!" She laughed, hugging me tightly. I hesitantly hugged her back. I was so thankful to see her again. Maybe this school won't be so bad. "So much has happened over the years!"

"Uh, ya, I guess so," I murmured, looking down at the ground, my smile immediately fading.

She gave me a worried look and decided to change the topic. "You should come meet my friends!" She suggested.