Blue: The Color of Hope

Prologue (Kinda)

          I didn't wake up to my alarm like a normal person. I was lucky enough to be woken up to the oh so beautiful sound of my mother throwing her guts up. It's not like it's a new thing. I could only just hope she made it to the toilet this time. My mother isn't exactly a pro at timeliness.  I sat up, pulling the covers off of me as I left the comfort of my bed. I looked over at my phone. The time read 7:01am. Jeez. I could've had 14 more minutes of sleep? Damn you, mom. 

   I saw I had a new notification;

New Message From: Liz

  I smiled. Liz (aka Elizabeth Taylor) is a junior like me, and also my best friend. She found me having a breakdown in the bathroom at school, a teardrop away from ending it all, and convinced me that life was worth living. Was she right? Honestly? I'm not sure, but I guess there's only one way to find out, right? 

  I opened the message.

(From) Liz: GUESS WHAT? New hottie is comin to school today. Maybe Mira Grey will finally have a crush? ;) xx

 I laughed. As if. My heart belonged to the one and only Alexander Rybak. How did she know about a new kid anyway? And how did she know he's hot? How did she even known "he" is a he? Actually, I don't even want to know. I went ahead and dismissed my alarm early and sent Liz a text back.

(To) Liz: As if! My heart already belongs to someone ;) xx

  I set my phone down on my bed and started getting ready for school. I know my mom is in the bathroom probably covered in her own vomit, but maybe it'll do her some good to stay there for a little bit. I slid into a pair of black, ripped skinny jeans, and threw on a baggy gray hoodie. I slipped on my old, worn out pair of black leather boots and headed to the bathroom. 

 I knocked on the door and got no answer, so I let myself in. I quickly learned she did not, in fact, make it to the toilet in time, as there was a trail of vomit starting at the door,leading up the toilet. A disheveled woman with long, black, frazzled hair has her arms and head practically inside the toilet bowl. 

 "Mom?" I sighed. She slowly lifter her head up and peered at me with dark, soulless brown eyes through strands of black hair. "Oh. It's you." She sneered. I rolled my eyes. "Who else would it be? I'm the only person who even tolerates you," I responded. She scoffed at that, starting to lift herself off the floor. "Maybe I just wish it was someone more grateful." She huffed. 

  I watched her struggle for a minute before shaking my head and lifting her up by her arms, wrapping one around the back of my neck, and leading us to her bedroom. At least she isn't too heavy. Her legs were practically dragging behind us, though, so it wasn't necessarily easy. I threw her onto her bed and she grunted. 

 "You could be a little more gentle, you know." She said, gruffly. I scoffed and shook my head. "Well you could be a little better at being a mother but that's not going to happen, is it?" I retorted, storming out of her room and slamming the door. To be honest, I hated being mean to her, but I knew she was going to drink this memory away later today anyway, so I wasn't too worried.  

 I walked back to the bathroom and cleaned up before brushing my teeth and hair. I applied some mascara and eyeliner before grabbing my backpack and skateboard, and heading out the door.I wasn't that hungry, so I was okay with skipping breakfast. I threw my backpack over my shoulder and stepped onto my board, kicking off and cruising my way to school. 

    Hello anyone reading! I'm definitely not the best writer and this story is obviously a work in progress, but I hope you enjoy it, and if you do, please tap that little star and vote! It helps me alot!