Try Hard

1. Hello?

*On a quick side note I honestly believe this book, er at least some chapters, are a better read while listening to Adele's song Hello I mean fr tho! I linked a cover of Hello to this chapter just in case it's too much work to go on YouTube or something... Anyways enjoy xx
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Paige Avalon

While wearing my comfy Micky Mouse footies, and yes a nineteen-year-old still wears footies, I lazily tuck myself in my queen sized bed with all white sheets and pillow cases.

Eight hours from now it'll be 4 am and I'm going to have to wake up and go to work... Again. Working as a CEO for the big 'Gilliam Corp. and Co.' at the age of nineteen and graduating high school at fourteen, I really do not fancy this life. Sure I love what I do and all that bull, but it feels a little over-rehearsed. Sucks to be a prodigy sometimes I swear.

Annoying thoughts kept creeping into my mind until I finally fell asleep and pitch black darkness welcomed me in.

"Paige!" His voice was hoarse and I knew that he's been crying, "This isn't you! Don't do this. I know you! Why aren't you fighting for me? For us? I fucking love you, Paige and I know you love me too!"

My heart broke at the words I knew I had to say. I just want it all to stop. I didn't mean any of it, but I said it anyways.

"I'm only thirteen V, you're a freaking fifteen-year-old! I'm not right for you. Trust me, I don't know what the heck love is... And I'm not ready to find out..." My back turned on him as I walked with purpose down the hallway and out of the school.

A gasp escaped my lips and tears were forming in my eyes as I jolted awake. Looking at the clock on my bedside table, I saw it was only 3:15. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I hugged them as I cried in a ball. It's been five years. Why aren't I over him? My lips quivered and my breathing became ragged as my heart clenched, causing my stomach to bubble.

It's over now, Paige, I told myself.

It really is over. He left me, so I had to leave him. It's better this way, isn't it? I can live the rest of my life without him, can't I? Why shouldn't I? I've never been dependent on anyone before, well before him, but it doesn't matter anymore. It's over.

The beeps and buzzes coming from my alarm clock made me unwind and get up to turn it off.

Another day another dollar I whispered to myself, thinking about Mr.Krabs and how much easier my life would be if I were a mermaid- I mean, seahorse because let's be real I don't wanna be a crab. My husband would be pregnant and I could be there for moral support and hold his tail as the doctor tells him to push and my life wouldn't be so complicated.

Too bad that's not how life works.

Proceeding to continue this routine, I hobbled over to my bathroom and jumped the second my foot touched the cold, white tiles, before dashing across the large bathroom and safely onto the water rug in front of the shower that catches excess water so I won't have to wipe the tiles.

All of my automatic lights turned on earlier, but I, as usual, lowered their brightness before stripping down and getting into the shower.

...

Rinsing out my the conditioner from my hair, I closed my eyes as I let the shower head stream warm water onto my scalp while I scrubbed away at the conditioner.

My aunt, Rochelle let out a fearful gasp, "Oh no, Sweety! That's not how we deal with emotions."

I looked up at her with heavy tears in my eyes. I thought she was at work? Just seeing the look on her face made me hurt all over again, "I- I don't know what t-to do anymore Ro."