You may recognise this, that's because this has been up before. Up to the eigth chapter to be precise, but I've decided to start again. I'm editing the entire thing and I'll be slowly adding chapters to it. I do apologize, but I just wasn't happy with it because there were numerous plot holes and things I had mentioned but then neglected. So, please enjoy the new and improved version.
Warning Label: This is R-Rated. Foul language is used and there are some violent scenes. I also use slang words, or mashed-together words, so feel free to ask for a dictionary from me if you need it.
Insanity
Fresh Starts Are Good, Right?
4 months and 16 days since I got out of rehab. 16 months and 21 days since I first got put in there. 2 years, 5 months and 18 days since my bad habit started.
I guess you end up counting days when you think they are numbered. I don’t know if my life has gotten better or worse, all I really know is that I’m going to have a fresh start.
My parents split up 2 years, 6 months and 2 days ago. That’s around when I started going off the rails. My parents were fighting over me and who got custody. I didn’t want anything to do with it.
When I went on the inside-also known as rehab, or prison, but not in my case- my mother wanted everything to do with me and shut my father out. When I got out however, she quickly realised I was not the perfect son anymore and that I was tainted.
So she gave me away to my father and now she wants nothing to do with me. My Dad is a slight alcoholic. He became like that around when I started doing drugs. He and I are now going to try and have a fresh start in a brand new town.
Dembenton. That’s the name of the small town with a big heart. Honestly, it has crappy stores and girls in short skirts walk around the streets hanging onto their bulldozer boyfriends. I don’t understand why we chose this place. Because it’s not on the main maps maybe?
I stumbled down the stairs with bed hair and sleepy eyed vision of our two storey house. I hated mornings, always have, always will. But today was my first day of school.
My Dad was perched on a stool in the kitchen, happily drinking his coffee while reading the paper. I could tell he had brandy in his coffee, to give it that special kick he always loved, and that he was just reading the cartoons. My Dad, the teenage boy stuck in a middle aged, accountant’s body.
“Hey son,” He greeted me as I rooted through the fridge looking for anything to drink.
I found a jug of orange juice. “Hey Dad.” I drank straight from the jug and downed half of it in 0.89 seconds. Or round about. I liked numbers, but that’s only because numbers stop you from over thinking, sometimes.
“Looking forward to your first day of school?” He queried. His cool grey eyes filled with the slight worry of watching his son go to school for the first time, but I’d already been there, just not for a few years.
“I’m not 5 again.”
“I know,” He sighed. Heavy, dramatic, but held all of the past two years’ worries. “I just thought that fresh starts are good, right?”
“They’re made out to be, but who knows? I just want to get it over and done with so I can crash again.” I meant sleep and he knew that. I hadn’t had a smoke or any kind of drug or alcohol in over a year.
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Insanity
Teen Fiction"You have more fun when you're insane." Ryder Blittern is your 'typical' bad boy. He's been in trouble with his parents, the cops, taken more drugs than a teenage boy should be able to get his hands on, and has been on the 'inside'. Now, he's aiming...
