Pierced (A Chandler Riggs Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

"Isabella! Shut your alarm off!"

I slowly opened my eyes and groaned, the sun shining through my light red curtains.

"Isabella!" My mother screamed once again.

"Okay! Okay! I heard you the first time!" I yelled back, annoyed as ever.

I reached over to my nightstand and shut my alarm off.

I sat up and looked around my soon to be old bedroom, seeing all my stuff packed up in boxes, bins, crates.

"Isabella...?" My mother gently knocked on the door causing it to slowly open a bit more.

"Yes?" I asked.

"You should start getting ready. It's already 8:30. Your flight leaves at 12 and you still have stuff to pack." My mom mumbled.

I can tell this is weighing heavy on her.

"It's fine mum, I'll get it done." I tried my best to smile at her.

She nodded once and turned to walk away.

Her eyes looked puffy, red, and swollen. A clear sign she was just crying.

I slowly stood up and went over to my dresser where I grabbed a pair of black ripped leggings, a pair of black blue jean short shorts, and a teeshirt that had a huge skull in the middle.

I went over to the bathroom and hopped into the shower.

I thought about what was happening.

I'm hours away from being sent all the way from London to Atlanta to live with a man I hardly know or remember.

Here's the deal, I live with my mother in a small apartment in London. I have all my life. And now... She thinks it's bad for me to live here. It's dangerous.

Yesterday our neighbor was murdered right outside our doorstep.

So she told me about Tom.

Tom is my biological father.

He left the family when I was just a baby to go have fun and have a good life.

My mother had me when she was only 15 years old, and my father was 19. He left when I was only 3 months old, leaving my 15 year old mother to care for me herself while he lived the life he wanted to live.

Messed up, right?

And now my mother can't afford me anymore... She thinks I should move in with my father because she wants what's best for me.

So now I'm being sent from London to Atlanta to live with a man I don't know nor do I like and I don't even have a say in this.

So unfair.

It's just not fucking fair... I mean yeah, I'll have a place to stay. But what about my mum?! Where's she going to go?! Lemme guess, my father doesn't give a shit about her, does he? So while I'm being sent to live with my father and his new fucking family, my mum will still be struggling to even find something to eat. That's not okay.

Life needs to leave me the hell alone.

I looked over at my razor on the counter.

I mean, one little cut won't hurt. It's just a little one. Plus no one fucking cares.

I grabbed the razor and put it to my skin.

Blood seeped out as I ran the sharp material over my skin over and over and over again.

I let the tears come out.

Why me? What have I done to deserve this? What has my mum done? All my life she's struggled. And she'll keep struggling while I go live with some fancy bastard.