Meeting Him (h.s fanfic)

Meeting Him

As I feel the warm sun hitting my face that is coming through my bedroom window I know today was going to be different, today wasn't an ordinary day as some may think; it was the day I graduated high school. I'm ecstatic knowing I could finally leave this hell hole of a life I have here in this dreadful city. This city was always my worse enemy. A little town where everyone knew everything and anything about you. It had its pros and cons, because then you knew everyone's history which allowed you to pick out the assholes and whores.So I easy stood out, actually not so much. I was the outcast with one friend.

I didn't mind though, I went through school without being noticed. I could do anything without anyone finding out. I kept my head low and finished those last 4 years of high school so I could finally leave.

Since the 8th grade I knew I wanted to move to London after I graduated from high school. My family and I went there for vacation and I thought it was one of the most cultural and most beautiful places I have ever been to.

Back then everything in my life was actually good. Before all of the deaths and fights and bullying started. Making my life feel like pure hell. This was exactly a con about everyone knowing everything and anything about you, because right when it all happened everyone knew. I could never live it down. Or deny it. It spread around that school faster than a wildfire.

I always blamed my dad for this. It's all his fault that my mom went into depression and nearly killed herself. She still isn't okay, after he left nothing had gone right. Everything just kept falling apart. Every little thing wasn't fixed it just got worse. I had lived with my grandparents throughout high school; not knowing how to help my mother. She had to go to one of those helping houses whatever they are called. She never got to see my band concerts, the football games where I marched, the dances, and my graduation. They wouldn't let her leave for her own daughters graduation from high school. Which was just shitty. She missed out of 4 years of my life. But I always kept in touch with her. She was always updated on the littlest things, she didn't want to miss much. It was different though because she couldn't experience them herself. Only on videos that was the only way she could see them. Half the time she wasn't even aloud to watch them. The doctors thought it would make her worse. I never thought of it like that. She would always have the biggest smile on her face watching them. It wasn't one of those fake smiles these smiles reached her eyes. Like they use to when I was younger.

She was a great mom. The best mom actually. She used to never miss anything of mine. Whenever I would look out into the stands or audience she would be right there cheering me on. The looks never bothered her, she was always so humble. Not one mean bone in her body. She used to volunteer for literally everything. Everyone loved her.

Our family was perfect, or at least society's idea of a perfect family. We had a pretty big house I have to admit. It was 3 stories so an upstairs, middle floor and a basement. Every room was furnished by the best. Not a thing out of place. My mom made sure every room was clean and perfect every day. Once she was done with work she would come home then clean. She was always busy yet she somehow made time for her growing teen. I was an only child which was pretty nice, sometimes. I got bored a lot and begged for attention from anyone. I only had my mom to give some type of attention since my dad was never home.

My dad was always working on our backyard. We had a pond with the fish I got to pick out from the store when I was around 5. We also had an in ground pool with a tiki bar beside it. Honesty I'm not gonna lie but I lived a good life. Nothing was wrong, I didn't complain much about it.

Maybe that's why I had so many friends in middle school. Let me say this high school is where you find out peoples real sides. Its none of that fake bullshit anymore. Everyone comes out of there shells. For me I found all those fake assholes once my family started to fall apart. After we lost the house everyone stopped talking to me.

That's when my dad left, he said he couldn't handle it. I was sure that he had been cheating on my mom for the longest time. That's why he was never home. After my mom lost her job that was his way out. I'm sure he was waiting for the perfect time to leave. And that's what he did. Just packed up in the middle of the night and was gone by morning.

After that I had to move into my grandparents house with my mom. That's when she started to show signs of depression. She never came out of her room, never ate, never did anything. I was on my own for advice and whatever else i needed. My grandparents tried to help her but she just isolated herself.

It all happened so fast, I couldnt keep up with any of it. My grades dropped, I got skinnier and I fell into a small depression. Once my mom stopped with all contact from the world, I followed in her footsteps. I didnt want to talk to anyone. Its not like I had anyone to talk to in the first place.

One day I was walking home from school, I was so done with everyone. I just wanted to lay in bed and drown out the world with music. Once I got to the house I went to go check on my mom, I thought she was sleeping with how quiet everything was. The door to her room was locked and I started to panic. The first thing I thought of doing was to call my grandma, after i reached her at work she quickly told me to call 911 and that she would be there as fast as she could.

An ambulance and cop came moments after i called. I still had no clue what was actually happening but i did have a good idea with what probably happened. The cop kicked the door down then the paramedics rushed in. I heard yelling but i couldnt make my legs move to the door. My grandma then came home and rushed into the room.

I worked at the local coffee shop to save money for buying a flat and a ticket for my future life in London.Everyone would always ask and question me saying "Alyssa why waste your time there when you have a future here." Or "Why would you want to live somewhere that rains all the time." First off I have no future in this town, and second I love the rain actually, I find it's very calming.

I really won't be leaving anyone behind besides Sydney, but shes moving to London with me. I'll come back to visit my mom and grandparents when I can, but they all have their own life to live and it is time for me to start living mine. Brad broke up with me for some chick who he met at a party, so nothing is holding me back from moving to London.

I quickly brushed my wavy brown hair that just brushes my belly button then put it up in a ponytail. I just put on light mascara; who needs to look good on a plane? I don't really feel like trying. At the moment its 6:27 a.m. I have to pick up Sydney at 8; our plane leaving at 9:15. I grabbed my multiple purple suitcases and drag them down my stairs heading to my car. As I walked to the front door I was greeted by my two lovely grandparents.

I feel my eyes get slightly itchy as I feel tears prick my eyes. As I hugged them both I just let the tears fall down my face. They've always been there for me through everything and I could never thank them enough for all that. "I love you both so much thank you for everything." I whisper into their shoulders.

"Alyssa just remember that we're always here for you no matter what." My grandma smiles at me sweetly.

"Be careful out there." They both said as I walked back to my car, tears in their eyes. And just like that I left my old life.

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