Monday morning
I wake up to see white. Heaven? Ha, if only. I focus and realize I'm just in my room and the sun gleaming on my face. A girl can only dream I guess. I groan when my alarm starts making that annoying beeping sound as loud as it can go. School. Summer break has come to an end and I didn't experience anything worth telling in a class. Besides going to the hospital to see your parents and finding out they didn't make it. Then, finding out the only family member you have left is leaving you because they can't handle all the stress and isn't capable of taking care of their younger sister. And raising yourself because that's the only choice you have. Yeah, pretty sure no one would expect hearing that. And they're not going to.
Not that anyone in this town even cares- From what I've noticed-My parents never bothered to socialize much outside of the house. With the exception of a few families- and they came by two months ago giving me their condolences. They never knew about my brother abandoning me and I never felt the need to. At first I was pissed off at them for not attempting to come back and visit. But I realized I'm only mad for one and one person only. My brother.
That dickhead of a brother. Not even bothering to inform me where he's going, or if he was even returning. He just simply packed everything from his room and told me "it's becoming too much for me so I have to go until I figure things out." Oh great here come the tears. I kept blinking till my eyes realized I wasn't going to give in.
sniffing hard I hopped off my bed and walked straight to my closet. I looked down at my arm and wasn't surprised how bad it looked. I've done it one to many times and it looks the same as last time. Although this time I feel ashamed. It frustrates me knowing I'm hurting myself and I can't ever help stopping it. Although it released all my crazy bipolar emotions. I knew I couldn't enter my senior year being labeled as a 'freak' or anything like that, it'd ruin my social life; not that I have one anyways.
But I know I promised mom and dad a lot of things before they left, and this is one of them, making friends. So I grabbed my most comfortable pink sweater and some jeans. I couldn't risk scaring anyone with these marks so I went to my bathroom and grabbed some foundation. It burned when both things made contact. Keep going. Do it for a social life. You need one.
My conscious is a lot smarter than anything else in my body, it definitely deserves a Grammy. So what's the point in disagreeing.
Once I finished I put on some slippers and brushed my hair and teeth. When I finally looked somewhat decent I made some breakfast. I checked the time 8:12 am.
Shit. I'm going to be late on my first day, so I ran out grabbing my backpack and stuffing last years supplies inside. I lived kind of close to the school so I decided not drive. Well my conscious did. Walk- you'll most likely end up walking side by side with someone.
I wasn't rushing into a friendship or anything of that sort. Coming on the last month of school wasn't really the smartest idea of my parents. People were rarely there and teachers didn't bother to announce me, so really it feels like today is my first day in a new school.
I hadn't even realized I was already at the school doors till I heard the bell ring. But some how I couldn't seem to force my body to open the door. Come on Valerie. Open. Talk. Socialize. You'll get to be happy again!
That's what scared me most. Being happy without my parents. That isn't fair to them or me.
I jump when I feel a hand on my shoulder. Who's touching me
"I know how you feel. Summers over and it's a bummer but parents are kind of forcing us to do this so it's not really wise if you ditch is it?" And with that the boy who touched my shoulder walks to the door and opens it and waits for me to walk though.
I walked passed him and mumble a simple 'thank you'.
I head to the office to pick up my schedule and there at the desk I see that amazing lady that my mom adored. She looks up at me and starts having watery eyes "Val." And with that she gets up and engulfs me in a hug.
"Hey Mrs. Axel" and a few tears come out and roll over my cheeks.
A/N not all chapters are gonna be really sad and depressing, well just a little bit in each one 😁
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