Saving Us

Chapter 1: Moving in

Alice POV

"Alice what the hell is wrong with you,have you completely lost your damn mind". "What have I told you about not getting up whenever the hell I say so". "Sorry mom Im getting up now". "Hurry the hell up, I need you to go get my tequila". I quickly got the money off my raggedy dresser,that nearly falls over and head out the house. "I'm so sick of my mother and her alcoholic ass!!! Why can't I live life like a normal person. Do I look like a slave to her. I hate her and in two more years I will be 18 and I can leave her house". I scurry into the corner liquor store and grab and pay for the tequila quickly before mom gets extremely mad and I won't be eating anything tonight. It's not like I normally eat much but I would at least want to be able to eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich tonight. I would have more to eat but my mom spends all her money on liquor,boyfriends, and shopping for herself. I'm used to it but at times it stills bothers me .I have to hurry up and get home. I begin running back to the house and as I was about to step on the porch, I stop dead in my tracks. Someone is moving in next to us ,in are apartment complex. Mom and I, haven't had neighbors in nearly two years .I was excited to see who it was.

A boy walked out the door and I just stared at him. I was expecting him to at least be nice but instead he says, " What are you looking at, go find something to suck". I immediately rolled my eyes and went inside my house and slammed the door shut. He was very rude but what I did notice is that he was also very unattractive. He was about 6 feet, had long black hair, very skinny and also pale.So much for being excited for having neighbors. I placed moms tequila on her dresser. She nodded her head and told me to get out of her face. I went to my room and sat on my pallet.I used to own a bed but my mom sold my mattress when she ran out of money for liquor. I laid down on the hard tile floor and looked at the roach that was walking across the the floor. To be honest they were like my best friends.

I began to think about the boy next door and I knew something was off about him, but I wanted to know more about him. I made that the next thing to check off my list. "ALICE GET YOUR ASS UP .THIS IS NOT THE TEQUILA I WANTED .YOU ARE GOING BACK TO THE FUCKING STORE AND YOU ARE NOT EATING TONIGHT!!!" Damnnn why do I always end up fucking up...... "COMING MOM".

Sean POV

I just moved to Atlanta ,Georgia from Tallahassee. I lived in the poorest area and our apartment building were infected with deadly bacterias. We moved to Atlanta so my mom could be with her boyfriend. His name is Xavier,he doesn't have a job, and my mom supports him.She says she loves him.

I hate him. He is very rude and disrespectful. He hits her sometimes. I try to intervene but usually my mom just says "Stay out of it" so I have learned to do so. As I was walking outside to take the garbage out, i ran into the girl next door. She is extremely curvy,Long brown hair with hazel/green eyes. When I walked out the door she just stared at me ,so I said something very rude to her but I didn't mean it. I want to apologize to her. The way she stared at me just bothered me. After I put the garbage outside ,my mom said she was going to hang out with Xavier. I said "ok" happy so I go back to my favorite habit. Cutting myself.

I know people think it's crazy that people actually do this, but it releases stress for me. I go into the kitchen and look how clean it is, but I know it's not going to last. I grab the sharpest knife and go back into my room. People usually cut their wrist ,but I like to cut my thighs. More blood is released. I pull the knife across my thigh ,while i  examine the other scars I have. The blood oozes, making me relax and smile. Soon I go into the kitchen and get a napkin to apply pressure to my new wound. It stops bleeding and I go back into my room and listen to my favorite artist. "She just want to smoke and fuck I said girl that's all that we do. Now you talking my language now you talking my language". I know a weirdo like me listening to drake is very amusing but I think he is very deep and interesting. I soon drift off to sleep hoping I will see that girl again.