When my alarm went off at exactly six o'clock in the morning it signified I was about start another boring and stupid day in the life of myself.
I immediately reached over and hit the snooze button and went back to sleep. There wasn't a day that I actually wanted to wake up. My bed was like my heaven and the rest of my life was my hell. If I could sleep the rest of my life away I would without even giving it a second thought. But that wasn't an option and before I knew it Cara was at the foot of my bed about to literally pull me out of it.
"Hadley," She cried pulling my warm blanket off my cold body, "Im sick of doing this everyday,"
She wasn't the only one.
"Okay," I whined tugging back at the comforter.
"You better be down stairs in twenty minutes," She ordered before leaving the room.
I groaned and forced myself out of bed. I opened the door of my closet and picked out a dark pair of skinny jeans and a tee shirt that i covered with a hoodie. I put my hair into a bun and slipped my converses over my feet. I brushed my teeth then headed down stairs.
We live in an apartment with two floors, kind of like a loft. It isn't big but isn't too small. Im sure it would feel much bigger if there were less people living here but it works.
The smell of greasy bacon filled my nose as I walked into the kitchen. Cara was standing over the stove cooking while Jason sat at the table coloring in one of his coloring books.
"Good morning, Haddy," He greeted me giving me a big cheeky grin.
Don't you just love my nickname? I hope you can sense the sarcasm in that last sentence.
"Good morning," I replied.
"Do you want a ride to school?" Cara asked handing me a plate of toast with strawberry jelly. Breakfast has never been my favorite meal and me being a vegetarian didn't leave a lot of food chooses so I just stuck with toast.
"Sure, thanks," I muttered taking my first bite.
When I got to school everything was normal. The nerds all stood together, The preppy girls with the jocks, band members rehearsing and well it seemed like everyone had a place, except me. I was probably considered a loner by the jocks but I didn't care. To be honest I didn't care about anything or anyone in the school, I was just trying you get though the rest of the year.
The day dragged by slowly as I went to class after class and sat alone during lunch. Finally it was last period and the day was almost finished. I walked into the classroom and took my usual seat in the back. Soon after the bell rang and we went right into today's lesson which I payed little attention to. For some reason I get good grades even though I don't try. It doesn't make sense but I don't mind it.
Twenty minutes into the lesson the classroom door flung open and in walked a tall dark haired boy. He had a little stubble as though he forgot to shave this morning and tattoos down his arm. He was wearing black jeans and a tight white teeshirt that showed off his abs. Needless to say he was attractive in a bad boy way. And he defiantly was a bad boy but with his good looks girls always seemed to be drooling over him.
"Zayn, do you have a pass?" Mr. Meyers asked.
Without a care in the world he responded, "nope,"
Mr.Meyers shook his head disappointedly and sternly responded "Sit there," pointing to the seat next to mine.
And suddenly my entire body got stif.
"Whatever," he muttered making his way toward the desk as the teacher went on with the lesson.
"Hey, babe," He said with a cocky smile that sent shivers through my body.
He plopped down on the seat and put his feet on the empty seat in front of him. After a minute or two he seemed to get bored and looked around the room. His eyes scanned every inch of the room until they met me.
Oh god. I didn't want to make eye contact so I looked straight at the board pretending to pay attention.
"You don't talk much, do you?" He said eying me up and down like a piece of meat.
Obviously not, I've never talked to him before even though we've gone to school with each other for the past four years. But then again I haven't talked to ninety percent of these people so he wasn't any different.
Well, no actually I talked to him once towards the end of freshman year. I was walking in the hall like normal and he was walking in front of me talking to some girl. And all of the sudden he came to a complete stop for whatever reason and I slammed into the back of him. When he turned to look at me he said something about me watching where I was walking. He acted like it was my fault, which it defiantly wasn't. I might have forgot to mention he is a complete jerk.
"Nope," I said nonchalantly still not making eye contact with him.
"Why?"
"No point, I guess,"
"We'll it kind of makes you a loser,"
Did he seriously just sat that without any thought that it could hurt my feelings? Of course he did he was a bad boy, they didn't care people's feelings. I mean it didn't hurt too much, I knew it was true but still could he be any less rude? Whatever, what did I care what he thought about me? I simply nodded without any emotion.
"And your okay with me calling you that?" He asked almost like he wanted me to get agitated.
"It's not like I have to prove anything to you,"
"Yeah well," He began but was cut off my the bell. I muttered a goodbye before quickly escaping the classroom.
Once I returned to my apartment building I headed for the elevator. I hit the button for the 13th floor and it started going up. When the door opened I exited the elevator and headed down the corridor. Once I reached the end of the hall I went into the stairwell and walked up the last set of stairs which lead to the fire exit.
I opened the door and the cold autumn wind suddenly hit my face.
I walked across the roof and sat on the edge of the 13 story high building. It wasn't something new for me, the roof had always been kind of my place. You know, the place you go when you wanna be alone or you just need to think. It was that, but I also simply enjoyed to be here. Normally, I sit up here with my earbuds blasting in my ears while my feet dangle from the side of the building. Needless to say this place was my escape.
Some days I think about jumping off the edge. Would I live or would my body splatter against the concrete like bug after being smacked by a fly swatter. If so would my body be recognizable by my family? Or would they not even care? And would killing myself cause me to go to hell?
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Scars.
Fanfiction"People like you are the reason we have prisons," I yelled angrily still very shook up from everything. He put the car in park and looked over at me with a smirk. And honestly I wanted to smack it right off his cocky little face. I gave him a confu...
