Home Coming. [Jarchie]

×Chapter One×

The sun light was seeping through the dirty curtains that hung loosely by duck tape, because I couldn't be bothered to look for something actually reasonable. Like tacks. Though it was more annoying that the curtains had holes in them in the first place but what can you do when your in a den full of snakes? My father insisted I stayed here with him and them though, for protection he says. But I've could have easily found somewhere nicer, while he looked after my sorry ass.

I groaned as I rolled in the unsteady bed that was hold up by books and other random things my father found. One of these days I'm going to end up on the floor. So, I made a fast mental note to slide the mattress back on the floor. Where it belong if it didn't have a safe place for it to be on.

A sudden ringing made me bult up wards in the hand made bed frame. It shook violently as realisation settled in, fast. My eyes smashed shut, while my body prepared itself for the harsh pain that's to come; like I did many times before.

I waited but that pain never came along, the ringing just continued. Which was great but now my body was prepared for nothing, and that was even worse then getting the pain. Because now you look like an idiot, waiting for something that wouldn't come along for you. Which was awful to think about because now I look like an idiot.

My eyes peeked open, and the first thing I saw was my alarm clock across from my bed. It sat there ringing, yelling at me to get up an turn it off. So it could go back to sleep itself. what a way to put it?

My body gently and careful got out of the unsafe bed. Then slowly, an lazily made it's way to the ringing alarm clock. It was going to be a long day. Mainly because I will have to see people I haven't seen over half a decade. Which was sending my anxiety high in the sky. But what can I do, if I didn't choose to go to school I'll be stuck here all day. And that wasn't something I wanted.

"A long day indeed..." I breath out, feeling tired of the day already as I got out my style of choice today. A pair of black jeans to match my navy blue long sleeve shirt with my singicher black 'S' across it; so it hides the mark and tats left behind by them. I slipped into my jean jacket as I did the same with my shoes. Then tied a white and navy blue plaid sweater around my waist; for when I got annoyed by the jean jacket.

"You're really gonna go?" My father's voice chimed as the door swung opened. I just sighed, while I pulled my shoulder bag over my head, it hanged loosely over my shoulder. "It going to be a waste of time." He tried to explain. That wasn't very convincing. "Your probably smarted then all of them already." He made hand gestures as he talked, while leaning against the door frame.

"You never know." I shrugged. "But I do know If I don't go I'll be stuck in this room all day." I simply told him while I fixed my hair.  Which was pointless, since I'd just become a mess again with my beanie.

"You could always come work with me, or make friends with the others in this 'house hold'..." He smirked at me, as his voice was in a joking fashion as always. But I just shook my head. As if I'd try to make friends here.

"No offence, but this place isn't my kinda thing, and the people aren't the best of people. Also selling drugs sounds fun, but I don't want to get shot or anything." I joked with a small grin as I put my beanie gently a top my head. Looking at my self with a sigh. It ain't getting any better. He returns the grin back towards me as I turned to look at him, after I put my beanie on nicely. "And human connection isn't my thing." He just nodded with a small smile before leaving the room without another word. Our relationship was always like this.

With another sigh, I make my way out of the house. Passing by people I didn't even know. But that didn't change as I made my way down the end off the road. Since I didn't want people knowing I had to live with thugs, maybe for the rest of my life and them bugging me about it, I choose for the school's bus not to pick me up. Which was tragic an annoying. But worth the sharp tongues the students had here at Riverdale's high school. 

The walk was quiet. Like really quiet. I would have expected a little bit of noise from dippers but nothing? Has this town gotten softer? Music would have drowned the quiet out but with my dumb luck, I end up breaking them before I went to bed. So here I am making my way to the gates of hell without even a melody to drown my anxiety; That had started to build up with each step I took.