Fallen.

Chapter 1.

~*Chapter 1*~

Hey, the names Adrian. I'm guessing you're here to find out about me. Which I don't get because it's completely a waste of your time. Let's just say, I don't get the good life. The life that everyone dreams about. Finding the right guy, making friends, finding your talents, making a family, getting good grades, everything turning out peachy keen. Nope. In my world, all that was nothing but fairy tales. It never existed. Even when I thought it did. If you're planning for a good story. I suggest you'd look somewhere else. If you really want to watch as I go through my miserable little life, you're welcome to join me. Don't blame me if you end up throwing this book halfway across the room. Well, onward we go.

The bed let out a groan as my body tumbled off the side. There was a loud thump as my body made impact with the floor. I let out a groan, still half asleep, as my face got damaged in the process. My leg had seemed to get wounded up in the blanket, hanging from the side of the bed, causing me to start up a split in midair.

"Shit." I mumbled against the hardwood, shutting my eyes once more. I let out a sigh, knowing that my mom was going to come upstairs to check up on me if I didn't get up anytime soon. I placed my palms against the floor, hoisting my body upwards into a sitting postion. I looked over at my alarm clock to see it was only 6:40 and the alarm didn't even go off. I was wide awake now, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep, so I untangled myself from my sheets, beginning to get ready for the place I dreaded most: school.

You see, I've been bullied, alot. It didn't start till about 9th grade. I don't know what caused it, but it's been continuing since, for 3 years. I know it may not seem like alot, but when you get called names, get put down, even get physically harmed, it seems like a lifetime. I was surpised to even make friends. But they turned out to be the closest friends I've ever had, Joey and Willow. People judged them like they judged me. They judged Joey because he was gay, and judged Willow because she was bisexual, and was dating the girl whom she claimed was the love of her life.

I tugged up my black jeans, along with a black Pierce The Veil band t-shirt and some black Converse. I shut my eyes, letting out a sigh, going over my insecurites, my flaws and the things that make me different from everyone else, over in my head. I walked over to my full length mirror, picking up a strand of my electric blue and clown nosed red hair, holding it between two fingers like it was a worm or something. I dropped it back down, it falling, down to my belly button, and looked for a hair tie. It was then I remembered, my cat, Sir Joey, had chewed them up the night before. Yes, I have a cat named Sir Joey. I let Joey name him because he bought him for me. The cat was cow colored, if that is a color.

I darkened my eyes with some dark eyeliner and slide on some fake glasses. I pulled on a sweatshirt, trying to hide faint lines on the insides of my arms. Those, no one will ever see. I even wore boy shorts and sweatshirts in gym because of them. Sir Joey, or just Joe for short, came up purring just at the moment I was about to walk out my door. He wrapped his body around my calfs, rubbing his furry head against them. My hardened heart melted everytime he did that. I kneeled down, running the back of my hand against the fur of his back, making him purr louder. I smiled, Joe making my day as usual. I wish I could just bring him to school with me.

I made my way out the door, with Joe in my arms, cuddling against my chest as if it was the best place to be. I trudged down the stairs, placing Joe on the floor, and glancing at the time on my phone. It was 6:50. I had ten more minutes to myself. All of a sudden a wave of pain came over me unexpectedly, my body suddenly trembling. I shake my head as if to say, 'No, not now. Please. Not now.' My eyes suddenly got warm, tears threatening to spill over. I ran upstairs once again, opening my window, and climbing onto my roof into the crisp autumn air. I hugged myself tight, letting the tears spill over my cheeks. The pain that they have caused me all came crashing down, unexpectedly once again. I thought of the names, I also thought of the hurt. More and more tears fell from my eyes, as I stayed in my little world of hurt and pain. I knew what I really wanted to do. But I already promised Joey I would try and quit.