Stories I have abandoned/Lost interest/Can't see myself finishing

Raining

It was raining.

Storming to be exact.

Thunder. Lightning. The whole shebang.....

Honestly. I was already having trouble getting to sleep without this sudden audible and visual display of the Sky's tears and rage. Suffering from fatigue only made my situation worse. Much worse.

Sighing to myself I sit up and throw my duvet from my bed, I ran a hand through my rustled, dark hair as I hoisted myself up with the little-to-none energy I possessed and head over to my bedroom door. The room brightens in a flash of blue. Lightning. Before the destructive clash if thunder follows shortly after.

What a treat. I'm totally sure this'll cure my imminent fatigue.

Note my sarcasm.

Deciding that attempting to fall asleep at four fifty-two in the morning was pointless considering I had to get up in less than two hours anyway. I tiptoed downstairs, I pulled on my old black converses and my insulated black parka jacket. Throwing the hood up as I grabbed my car keys and snuck out to my black Mercedes Benz. It was pelting down rain making my growing depression, jump a few levels. I got into my car and started up the engine. Better to waste my energy on something I could actually enjoy rather than sitting awake and staring at the giant Death Note poster that was spread on the ceiling over my bed.

I pulled out of the driveway and began to drive through the streets of Granite River. Linkin Park's "Breaking The Habit" met my ears, soothing me ironically considering its rock music. I sang the lyrics.

Memories consume~

Like opening the wounds~

And picking me apart again~

You all assume~

I'm safe here in my room~

Unless I try and start again~

Strangely enough I could relate to this song rather easily. It was like it described my life in Middle School. I'd join in with the wrong crowd and get myself into problems. Then when my mum told me about I'd call her names under my breath and retreat to my room, after making promises not to talk to those people, but then like magic I'd get into issues and the cycle would restart.

I moved from Dallas, Texas to Washington DC when I was fifteen and had gotten arrested as a skate goat. Yeah. I was the "Bad Girl" the more I think about it, the sicker I feel. I'd done horrible things and dishonoured my family. But they still loved me. I'd cheated my mum over seventy bucks to provide and buy for people who didn't cherish me. But they still forgave me.....

My hand clenched around the stirring wheel as I counted my breaths.

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six...

I pulled up into an abandoned parking lot and checked the time. Five 'O three. I tucked my HTC M One into my jacket pocket and climbed up the loose planks to the top and perched with my feet over the edge. I sighed, plugged my earbuds in and pressed Play on my iPod.