Alarm clock. Beep. Beep. Beep. 7:20am. Beep. Beep. Beep.
7:20am... 7:20am?
7:20am!
Whoa- that's late even for my standards.
Beep. Beep. Beep. 7:21am. Beep. Beep. B-
Shut. The. Hell. Up. I. Am. Already. Bloody. Awake.
Black vest. Black hoodie. Black jeans. Black makeup. Black hair. Black like my soul.
Bag. Phone. Books. Gum. Pills.
Yep- pills. Don't judge.
Antidepressants if you must know. I take one dry. Don't judge. I can see you- you're judging me.
Stop it. Right now. Don't judge. Don't. Judge.
Beep. 7:28am. Beep.
Quiet. Beep. Mum's out. Beep. Dad's out. Beep. Sister's out. Beep. Peace and quiet. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
I throw my alarm clock across the room.
I leave the house.
Earphones in. Volume Up. Warning. Too loud. You may damage your hearing.
Shut up.
Warning. Long exposure to loud volumes can cause long lasting damage to the inner and middle ear.
I. Said. SHUT. UP!
I am fed up with this.
It's like everything I own is trying to make my life more of a misery than it already is.
I turn the volume up louder, and choose my song. Thnks fr th mmrs.
I'm gonna make it bend and break.
It sent you to me without wings.
Say a prayer but let the good times roll.
In case God doesn't show.
Bus. Almost missed it. Almost.
Warning. Long exposure to loud volumes can cause long lasting damage to the inner and middle ear.
I take my earphones out.
Fall Out Boy is the best damn think that's happened to me in my whole miserable life. And now everything seems to be trying to take it away.
School. Mum. And now my phone.
The driver gives me a dirty look as I swipe my bus pass.
Well, nothing's changed there then.
Happy days.
No seats. As usual. People put their bags on spare seats as I pass, throwing me dirty looks.
Beep. Beep. 7:45am. 29th March 2015. Your English Assessment is due in today.
Beep. Beep. 7:46am. 29th March 2015. Your Maths Test is today.
Beep. Beep. 7:47am. 29th March 2015. Your History Homework is due today.
Bus stops. I get out. Sigh. More people. More dirty looks.
Walk. Beep. 8:10am. School starts in 20 minutes. Beep.
School. 15 minutes left.
I print my English Assessment. I print my half-finished history homework. I open my maths book.
Maths. Maths. Maths.
Earphones in. Slightly quieter.
And I want these words to make things right
YOU ARE READING
Kill Me Now
Teen FictionI am girl. A depressive mess of a girl, but still. Today, I ruined my only chance at a normal life. At getting my mind back on track. I lost myself my best friend. And I don't think I can deal with that.
