Slightest Touch~> C.H

Chapter 1

I woke up to the sound of water running and the old time music my mom loves to listen to. I lay in bed thinking about life my life to be exact and how it had turned out after those great childhood memories of a happy family. It was just my mom and I in a small 2 bedroom apartment crammed together but I didn't mind. Honestly my mom was my best friend as lame as that sounded. We had recently moved to Chicago to get away from all the trouble we had got in back in L.A. My life wasn't all sugar and buttercups.

I mean seriously my dad was in jail, I've also stayed in too many foster homes than I can count before my mom got me. I love her to death but I don't even think she can handle me at times. Shes always so stressed and my constant suspensions and trips to jail don't help in any way at all. I try.... I try to be the kid who has perfect grades and doesn't need to see a therapist but I just can't.

"Ophelia come on get up we got to get your butt to school and I have to get to work!" My mom yells from the bathroom.

"Okay I'm up!" I reply

I trudge my way to the opposite side of my room and grabbed everything I would need to get ready and headed to the bathroom to get in the shower.

"Make it quick you can't be late on your first day just saying" my mom says with a slight laugh probably at the fact I looked like a hurricane just came and ran over my head.

What have I done

Why does my life always slip right out my hands

I don't even know how to deal anymore

Those where the constant thoughts that went through my head. Every time I think I have everything in order good grades, new friends, possibly even a boyfriend things get blown out of proportion and I lose it. I'm like a ticking time bomb and am ready to blow at the slightest touch. I can't help it when something makes me mad I just can't control how mad I get or how far I take the argument. I honestly couldn't even tell you the last time I didn't fight when I got angry and that..... that pisses me off.

Moving quickly I slid my jeans up my legs with one hell of a struggle (maybe I shouldn't wear jeans that look like they were spray painted black to my legs). I reach for the shirt that I had on to sleep in and slid it over my messy bun careful not the let it get caught anywhere. It's the first day everyone is gonna be scared of my anyways why should I care what I'm wearing. If you're wondering why its because......

My names Ophelia also know as the girl with too many tattoos and piercings who isn't afraid to kick your ass if I need too.