I put my hood up as i turned a corner of the main street onto a narrow alleyway. Night was one of the best things about living, that and the things we do that edges one step closer to death. Have you ever thought about death? It's such a pretty thing, so calming and predictable yet so inevitable..my mind wonders as i get closer to the rougher side of town, stopping by a street light with the letters DP scratched on, this is where i wait...
My name is Hope, ironic because that's the one thing i don't have. I'm 16 and i live on the west coast of Australia, its beautiful, don't get me wrong but its just too nice and peaceful for me. A little about me; i have a few friends, not many people stick around because 'I'm too fucked up' or 'too much to handle' I do have one good friend though, Jessica. Shes one of them typical Australian girls, tanned, tall, blond and as stupid as hell, Shes also the exact opposite to me, she doesnt do stuff her family wouldn't approve of. Me on the other hand, I'm tall, getting thinner, pale and my hair is dark brown/red, I love doing things other people don't; I smoke, do drugs, drink. Wait, one more thing..I've had depression for the last year and I'm also bulimic. Haha, i'm messed up alright.
...I hear footsteps coming from behind me, i hesitantly turn around and see Danny, my dealer and childhood friend, walking behind me. He give me a half heart-ed hug and slips the white powder and pot into my pocket as i slip £130 into his. This stuff should last me a while, it better, after all i have to travel around America on warped tour. Oh yeah, my new job, selling merch for some band that's friend with my aunt, that are apparently really big and famous in Europe and the states, but then again, what would i know.
AN: This is my first ever story/fanfiction thing so please can you let me know how it goes,
thank you guys x
