Ok, warning: There is going to be a lot of bandom references in these stories. On my two-year hiatus, I got into bands like twenty øne piløts, Panic! At The Disco, Fall Out Boy, Paramore, My Chemical Romance, basically all the emo bands, and I got into Halsey and Melanie Martinez aswell. There are going to be some fandom-related stuff in this, but it will mostly be a romance story. I'm dedicating this to @KalaWritesStories, this was inspired by her a lot. She only has two stories right now, but I know some of the plans for one of them, and you will get a lot of greatness from her. One last thing: i'm sorry fer meh hiatus ;-; pls forgive meh mai bbys... Well, without further ado, to the story of 'Taken Pills and Broken Eyes'! P.S Tell me if there's any mistakes in my grammar and spelling of things, except for when you see things like "colours", I've trained myself to spell stuff the British way.
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I was drawing in my notebook when Teacher made the announcement: We had a new kid coming to school. She was coming tomorrow. It didn't really bother me, but I was curious, as the only open desk was the one next to mine. But it didn't matter. No one ever talks to me, so the new girl won't either. I must've zoned out, for in the next moment the final bell had rung, and I could escape. I grabbed my bag and walked out the door, to the abandoned building where I always stayed. No one was there. Good. I set down my bag, took out the pill bottle, and popped two anti-depressants into my mouth. They never helped much, but they kept the darkness at bay for a little while. I got out my drawing supplies and iPod, and lost myself in art. Today's photo was of Tyler Joseph and Josh Dun. They helped me. But they will never know what I'm thinking of. "So won't you say goodnight, so I can say goodbye?" I muttered to myself. I finished my drawings and folded the top of my sketchpad down. I meticulously arranged my pencils into their proper order, and looked into the sky. You couldn't see the stars much in New York City, but they were still there. There was a lot of darkness in the sky, smoke and smog and light pollution, but the stars were still there. I smiled. The stars are still here, I thought to myself. I closed my eyes and let the darkness sweep me away.
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I woke to my watch beeping, as I did every morning. I didn't want to go to school this morning... I didn't wanna do anything. I sighed, but didn't move. I had forgotten to stop by the apartment for some fresh clothes. It didn't matter. So what if I didn't change? That was the least of my worries... But what if the new girl doesn't like it? What if she doesn't wanna even be near me? Why do I even care? I shook my head and dragged myself off the ground. Father would get angry if he found out I didn't go to school. I made sure I had my books, my sketchpad, coloured pencils, and my folders before slinging my backpack on my back and heading to school. I took my seat, and continued my drawings of Tyler and Josh from last night. I was so lost in the curve of Josh's lips, my center of eclipse, that I didn't notice the girl approaching me before it was too late. "Hey, that's really good." She said. I looked, hiding my eyes behind my hair. She was pretty, tall and Asian, with straight waist-length black and sparkling brown eyes. I had never seen her before. She must be the new kid. "Th-thanks..." I stuttered out. "I'm Kala," she said. "Kala Lillith James. I'm the new kid." I nodded. "Your seat is right next to mine," I responded. "Hey, I didn't get your name!" Kala exclaimed. "Alison, or Ali. Whatever you wanna call me. I don't really care..." She nodded. "Well, Ali, I guess we're gonna be friends, if we're sitting right next to each other. Have you taken any drawing classes?" Kala asked, changing the subject. "No. I taught myself." I flipped to another drawing, a fanart of Melanie Martinez, and started colouring it in. "Whoa, you like Melanie Martinez? I've never met another Crybaby!" I smiled. Maybe the next few months wouldn't be so bad after all...
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So, that's my first post after my two-year hiatus! I hope you enjoyed, and I hope to update once a week or more. See you soon! <3
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Taken Pills and Broken Eyes
RomanceAlison has always been depressed. She makes sure to take her pills, but they've never helped. Her father's either drinking or working, her mother's been gone ever since she can remember, and her only friends are her iPod, her sketchpad, and coloured...
