*A/N: This is a new story I hope you like it. Song and picture on the side. (Picture is of the main character.)
Chapter 1: Desperate or Just Fucked up
"What happened to your parents?" I stared into the candle that sat on a small table in the middle of the room; he sat on the other side of it, and his face was glowing.
He just nodded, he didn't say anything. It wasn't that he was a man of very few words, but the fact that I had touched a hard spot. A spot that I knew would hit him well, and make him more alert of what I knew about him.
He said something that I couldn't hear well, but it didn't take a genius to know what he had said:
"Sometimes life is like skipping rocks; impossible."
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Everything was going to be fine, the doctor said so, and the doctor knows best. I think. I think I'm able to think still. My brain was fried, I guess that's what drugs do to you. I didn't really care though, life was a free will to me, and I knew that was bad but I really didn't care anymore. My life was horrible, and not just because of the drugs.
The lights of my hospital room switched on and my head immediatly ached from the sudden brightness. Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch. Next, there was a shuffiling that I heard but it seemed very far away even though I knew it was right in my room.
I shoved a pillow over my head and continued to try and sleep. To no avail though. The nurse took the pillow and placed it in the chair next to the bed. "You should wake up, the therapist is coming soon."
It was a guy and he was annoying, I didn't like him already and he was supposed to be my nurse for the rest of my time here. Great. I groaned loudly because my head hurt, and I shuffled in the sheets, messing them up.
The nurse came to my side; one of my eyes flew open, and he leaned over fixing my sheets, a giant smile plastered on his face. It was fake as fuck. I sat up in the bed and crossed my arms, glaring at him meagerly. Bitch. He just wanted to make me cringe.
"Can I have-" I was cut off by the stupid nurse.
"No, no drugs for you." He said simply and walked out the room. Damn it.
These nurses were too clever now-a-days, I hated nurses, my dad was a nurse. Pffffft, he didn't work what am I talking about. My dad was a bitch too, but I was scared of him and I'd never tell him. He scared the shit out of me, with all his menicing friends that hang out on the weekends and look at me like I'm a piece of meat.
I sat staring at the ceiling awhile before the therapist finally came into the room. Ew. He looked like a weirdo in those light blue scrubs. They hugged his butt well though, and his package. What the fuck was I doing?! I was not just checking out this therapist dude, he probably was already creeped out by me. I mean I did have light blue grayish hair and the darkest eyes on this world. That's when I realized my hair was tied up in a very messy bun, even though I never put my hair in a bun. Ever, it makes my head hurt even more than my head normally hurts.
I reached my hand up to my face to scratch it and realized my nose ring was gone. what?! Hell no! My earrings were gone as well, fucking hospitals. Everyone on this earth is so annoying. Everything I owned was probably in a locker far away that I'd only be able to get back later. I mean at least I had a place to stay.
The therapist said something, breaking me from my thoughts. I turned to him wide-eyed and realized he was handing me something. It was my sketch book and a pencil, thank the Lord! I couldn't believe my eyes.
