Depressed Love

I walk in my house to smell a mouth watering scent of pasta and tomato sauce being cooked on the stove.  Around it was my mom who was to busy cooking to notice me walk in.  I watch her as I carefully creep into my room upstairs, going unnoticed.  As I approach my room, I quietly open my door and close it behind me, careful not the slam it.

I breath out a sigh of relief as I throw my purse on my bed.  Im sooo tired and sore from school I can even.  I stick in my earphones and hit shuffle as music fills my ears.  Hold On Til May by Pierce The Veil calms my mind and soothes out all the pain. I cant even describe how comforting Vic’s voice is.

Let me introduce myself.  My name is Sky Miller and Im 17 years old.  My favorite bands are Pierce The Veil, Sleeping With Sirens, Of Mice & Men, and Bring Me The Horizon. I know that those bands are metal but I don’t care. Their voices are really soothing and bring me comfort.  One main reason I listen to them is because I have depression.  I cut myself almost every night.  I think I would’ve killed myself if it wasn’t for their music. 

I don’t really have that many friends but my one close friend, Ethan Solomon.  He knows about my depression and really is my rock.  I don’t know what I’d do without him.  Every other friend has ditched, dumped, and left me.  I have long black hair and side swept “emo” bangs.  Im anything but preppy and normally wear darker colors.  I may seem goth or emo for that but I don’t care. Its who I am and I’m proud of it.

I hear my moms piercing voice calling me to come downstairs as soon as I can.  I groan and get up and walk down the stairs with my back slouched.  “Straighten your back Sky, you look ghasty,” my mom scolds as I sit down.

“We have new neighbors that have moved in next to us today,” she announces.  “yay…” I say as sarcastically as I can mutter out. My mom hears me but chooses to ignore me. “They are also coming over for dinner tonight so I expect you to be on your best behavior!”

Great.  Just fucking great.

My thoughts are interrupted by a doorbell ringing.  My mom almost knocks me down as she runs past me to go open the door.

She opens it and standing before us are 5, weird guys that look around my age. UGGGGGGGH