Kellin POV
I can't make out the pictures on my walls anymore. I'm falling into the darkness of what others call sleep. But I can't. I don't want to. I get up, stumble over to my door and grab a sweatshirt, making sure I put it on before I enter the living room. It doesn't look like my moms home but I'd rather not take chances.
I open the door and quickly close and lock it. I look in the mirror, my medium length dark brown hair is a tangled mess across my face and my green eyes look gray. I hate green eyes. I have bags under them from the tears and not sleeping for days. I realize my sweatshirt is again dirty big surprise, my sweatshirts are always dirty. I remove the cotton and attempt to clean myself.
I'm so lucky I do my own laundry or my mom would have me in a mental institution. It's funny I think she'd ever do my laundry, she's never home. In fact she's probably somewhere wasted and it wouldn't surprise me if she was smoking dope again.
I wrap myself and quickly grab my sweater. Quickly I slip out the door. As I walk through the living room my mom stumbles in. "Dammit" I say under my breath.
"Kel is that you?" She slurs. I quickly hide myself with my dirty sweatshirt making sure she sees the clean side only.
"Ya." I answer "Mom, do you realize that it's three in the morning?" Fuck. Why does she have to be so fucking intoxicated all the time.
"Yes father, I realize that. Am I past my curfew?" She says sarcastically and laughs. I didn't think a thirty six year old could be so immature. God she's so infuriating.
"Your fucking hilarious" I scoff and roll my eyes.
"Hey watch your mouth boy." She laughs again and I manage to slip into my room before she tries to talk to me again.
I hate her so much. I always hear people saying "No one could ever hate their mom." But I hate her. I hate her long wavy brown hair, I hate her voice, I hate her damn laugh, and I fucking hate her green eyes.
*****Theses first two parts are just introductions, the first chapter will be up soon.*****
