He liked politics, I liked drugs...

Prologue

I loved the rain. Just the gentle patter against the window, and the dim sky was soothing. I found myself yet again on my windowsill staring out into the empty street. The gloomy clouds and sharp streetlights reflected in the vast deep puddles, whilst the rain drops slid down my misty bedroom window. Nirvana - Smells like teen spirit was blasting from my phone in the pocket of my skinny jeans. I sighed and slouched back against my tattered white wall, sinking into my dark clothes.
"So this is my life... No meaning, just being wasted, minute by minute..." I muttered to myself
It was 3am, long past the witching hour, and I had school the next day, so I decided to withdraw from staring into the rain and sleep. I lay down, face deep into my silk pillow, trying to shut out all the dark thoughts that consumed my head, before I drifted off to sleep...