The Addict And The Shadows

Prologue

"I'm outside the library, you'll see me" I explain to my mom as I end the call and slip my phone into my pocket.

I'm currently stood outside the library where I just finished 4 hours of studying Romeo and Juliet. The story is soul-crushing, heart-breaking. But how can you end your life for someone so fast after claiming your love for them in 3 days? I wouldn't kill myself for my 6th-grade boyfriend.

I guess you could just say I'm unlucky in love.

As I shiver outside the entrance of the library I wrap my arms around myself in an attempt to keep warm. My Mom told me she would pick me up at 8:30. It is now 8:34 and you can probably guess that I'm not jumping for joy. She told me my Dad was coming as well so we can go out to our favourite Chinese restaurant.

My parents are the typical high school sweethearts. Met at fifteen and are still obsessed with each other to this day. You would think it's cute, to a certain extent it is but when your bedroom is next to theirs and the noises that I hear, gives me shivers. They are like horny teenagers 24/7.

I look up to see my Dad's 4x4 truck coming towards me. Seeing them always makes me feel instantly calmer and happier. I pick my bag up and stand at the edge of the sidewalk. A loud horn sounds from a huge truck on my right, I look up to see the truck out of control and heading... towards my parents. No.

It was as if time slowed down. I watched as the truck hit my parents' car full force and sent it flipping over. My heart stopped. My legs started to run and I pulled myself to the car that was now smoking aggressively and on its back. I felt myself shaking and tears rolling down my cheeks. I got to the driver's side where my Dad is lying, blood pouring everywhere. "Dad!" I yell and shake his body. His eyes slightly flutter open as he looks at me and then towards the passenger seat.

A part of me died. I physically couldn't move as I stared at the sight in front of me. My mother's body lay on the seat, her face drained of colour and any sign of life. I knew. We knew. As more tears began to flood my face I looked over at my dad, I watched a single tear fall from his eye as he flickered his attention from the love of his life to me. I watched as he closed his eyes. "Dad? Dad!" I scream as I violently shake his body. Gone. He couldn't live his life without her.

I feel an arm on my shoulder, trying to pull me back as I reach in and try to grip onto my dad one last time. "I'm sorry" I choke out.

9 months later

'I can't fucking do it anymore Faith' my aunt yells at me. 9 months. 9 months of me getting wasted or high every night until I feel no pain. My Aunt usually ignores me but tonight she snapped. 'Pack your bags and leave' she says. I look up to her from my bedroom floor with a blunt in between my lips and a bottle of her whiskey in my left hand. 'A cab will pick you up tomorrow and you will go to Kingston High. Get the fuck out of my sight' she mumbles and snatches her alcohol from my hand.

And that's exactly what I do.