The Struggle:
Just one more pill. I tap the bottle to let out a tiny white circular pill onto my hand. It's just another thing in my life that doesn't work. Taking a gulp of the water on my nightstand I swallow the drug. The doctors say that they can help me, when we both know that's a lie, I'm not even aloud in my old school anymore after what I did.
That's was exactly why we moved. Not for my sake, but to save my parents from humiliation. My own parents are ashamed of me.
4 years ago at the age of 13 I was diagnosed with depression after trying to jump out of a window because I was getting bullied a lot at school. 2 years after that I smoked my first cigarette, and that's when I found my 5 minutes of peace.
"Honey it's time for your first day at a new school!" My mother yelled downstairs. "Give me a second, fuck!" I shout exhaling the smoke from my lungs. The smoked drifted out of my bedroom window. I still had to get dressed, glancing at my ash trey I take one last puff then put it out.
I throw on some black ripped skinny jeans, with a BVB tank top for the hot California weather, a maroon beanie, and my grey vans. I stumbled my way downstairs to say goodbye to my mother. And my little brother Nate.
"Did you remember to take your medicine?" My mom whispers in my ear. I respond with a nod, then proceeded to make my way out the door and onto the school bus. First day hear I come.
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Hey guys I hoped you liked the first chapter of my new book. Sorry that it was a bit short I was just trying to make a little introduction to the book. Any way, love ya bye!
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Running From Our Past
Teen FictionHayden has had a lot of trouble with her past, fighting a war with not just depression but being diagnosed with Bi Polar. Going in and out of any mental institution you can think of, her and her family decide to settle down in a small town outside o...
