Wreckless

Chapter 1

In the state I'm in right now seems to be pulsing my irritation. I'm asleep but fully aware of my surrounding.

Groaning, twisting, birds chirping, cosiness diminishing the crack of light seeping through my blinds burning my face.

I could decide to wake up but my body is screaming for more sleep. I wrapped myself into a burrito trying to catch a few more minutes of sleep before my alarm decides to reign on my parade. 

Sleep seems to be coming slowly again and minutes passed by and my body starts to heat up making me suffocate from the lack of oxygen. Fustrated I tug the blankets off my face throwing it onto the floor. 

Rollign onto my belly folding my arms and resting it on top of my pillow, burying my head in my arms. I felt myself slowly going back to sleep, my eyes drooping giving into darkness.

Luck seems to be quite a pain in the ass today; my alarm echoes throughout my room so I guess sleep will not come soon by. 

I snapped my eyes open feeling my blood boiling of irritation. Rolling to my side, my backhand collides against the alarm clock making it fall and shatter into small pieces just as my mother walks in holding onto an empty box shaking her head in disapproval. 

I rolled my eyes annoyed, rubbing my pounding forehead. Memories of last night start flooding through my brain making me hiss in agony. Last night went like a blur and I regret mixing the tequila and jelly shots together. 

Throwing my legs to the side of the bed, getting up lazily heading towards my dressing table where I spotted a glass of water and Advil. I forgot that my mum was still in the room, her cold eyes burning the side of my head.

"Silver, even a homeless smells much better than you right now, please clean yourself up. You honestly look like shit".

She wasn't lying. My clothes from last night reeked of alcohol and tobacco, my eyes were bloodshot with visible bags, the light brown colour of my eyes is replaced with a dark shade of black, my raven black hair is sticking everywhere while my light caramel skin is horribly pale.

Sighing at my reflection I gently pick up the Advil popping it in my mouth swallowing it down with water. I close my eyes as I feel the relief kick in. 

I stare at the plain walls thinking everything through. My mind floats back to last night when my best friends threw me a farewell party. It was a wild night that I will never forget.

Saying goodbye was the hardest bit. Ben and Hope were the first one to cry and the rest ended up joining in except me. I'm not really the type to cry and they all knew that. I just hugged them whispering words of encouragement. 

I knew I was going to miss them like crazy because this bunch of weirdos are my family. Being the only child and having no siblings around made it boring but I'm glad I got to meet them to keep me entertained. I'm the youngest in the group and they were very overprotective and hated it when anyone tried to hurt me in any way. 

They taught me everything like: how to fight, stealing without getting caught, how to drive, how to hotwire a car, how to use weapons while fighting and lastly how to resist temptation and keeping a strong-minded demeanour. 

After I learnt everything they taught me I learned how to stick up for myself and no one dared to mess with me. Also, I was tall for my age which gave me quite an advantage. I stood a good 5ft11. 

A loud noise cut me out of my thoughts. I stood still waiting to hear another sound but there was no noise. I quietly opened the door and headed downstairs keeping my guard up checking all my surroundings.

It was probably your mum moving something.

My conscience chuckles but I brush it away taking two steps a time down the staircase. I reached the bottom and headed straight for the living room and I can't seem to pick any signs of a break-in. 

Scanning my eyes throughout the room I see a small figure under the table wagging his tail. I spotted my mother's favourite vase scattered all over the marble floor and the coffee table lying on its side.

A smile plasters itself onto my face as Bud tries to clean the mess up with his paws.

"Bud stop, come here your going to hurt yourself. I'll clean it up before mum comes in".

Speaking of the woman. She walked in carrying a box of books placing them on the couch. She looked at me curiously scanning me up and down before she noticed Bud near the coffee table her face fuming with anger.

"This why I shouldn't have gotten that stupid dog. Get it out of my sight!!!!!"

She tried to put the pieces together but ended up kicking the coffee table. I tried to stifle my laughter but immediately stopped when she started glaring. If looks could kill, I would probably be 5 feet under. 

Coughing awkwardly I looked at the ground where bud sat with his paws on his eyes and I slowly picked him up heading to my room. 

Can my life be even crappier? -_-