I waited until I heard Raiden's feet walked away. Yes! He's gone! Time to crank up the music. I moved over to my old record player and went through my, of course, color coded albums. I decided to go with Halsey's Badlands. I placed the album delicately on the turn table and let it spin. I turned it up to max volume on my favorite song "Control". My room was small and so was my bed, but that does not change me jumping on my bed screaming out lyrics. Jumping off my bed, still scream singing, I danced my way over to my makeup bag. Picking out my favorite lipstick, black of course, I continued dancing while applying it to my lips along with the rest of my makeup. Taking off my PINK pajamas I heard a knock at the door. "Male entering the female habitat!" Raiden said with his hands covering his eyes. "Don't come in! Not dressed!" "Sorry A!" Once he closed the door I went up to my ratty old closet to pick out my shirt and jeans. I went with a Blink 182 tee and gray skinny jeans. I grabbed my black Vera Bradley bag from under my bed and headed out to our living room.
I face planted on the dusty gray couch that our old GSP, (German Short-haired pointer) Rhett had ripped up with her nails. My head spun around with thoughts as I lay on my face groaning of tiredness. I had a sudden urge for watching Supernatural, so I pulled out my mac book from my bag. I sat and stared at my anti-possession symbol on my laptop before opening it. Rhett slowly waddled over to the couch and slumped down on my feet. "Aw, come on Rhett! Why do you always do this!" Deciding to deal with it, I pet his ears and continued to find Supernatural on Netflix. "Hey! Come on its time for school, get your shoes on." Raiden said from the kitchen. "Ugh. In a minute!" I hate it when he does that. He is so demanding. At least he is not like my parents. "Rhett get off!" Rhett moved sluggishly off my feet and made his way back into his bed. "Jesus! I didn't even get time to watch Supernatural!" I yapped loudly. "Too bad we gotta go!""FINE! YOU NEVER LET ME DO ANYTHING!" I stormed off to the closet to grab my Converse. Thinking back, I've got to admit I was a little harsh on Raidy. Eh, oh well it already happened, and you can't prevent something that already happened. I sat back down on the couch and started to tie my used-to-be white laces of my shoes. "Come on Aerith, I'll be in the car!"
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Dark Roses
Teen FictionDepression is something that affects people around us everyday and you may not even know it. Follow Aerith through her journey of dealing with depression and an abusive relationship with her parents and boyfriend. She secretly gets a girlfriend in t...