Broken

***This fanfic includes A VERY DESCRIPTIVE SUICIDAL THEME AND DESCRIPTIVE EVENTS, violence, strong language and sexual chapters. If you're uncomfortable with any of these or feel like its a bit too much, I suggest you do not read this***

My eyes snap open to the sound of my phone ringing on my pillow, right next to my face. I let out a large groan before answering, rubbing my eyes with the ball of my palm.

"Hello?" I yawn sleepily.

"Rhianne! Hey! Was that English essay due in today?"

I pull my phone away from my ear and look at the time on my phone through squinted eyes.

"Kerrie, it's 5:30. Why are you asking me this now?"

"Because if it is then I'm going to do it now before I get ready."

I let out a long sigh and drag myself out of bed to grab my bag from the floor. I hold my phone between my cheek and shoulder while I bend down to retrieve my school planner.

"No, it's due tomorrow."

"Thank God."

"Can I go back to bed now?"

"Yeah, sorry for waking you up." I can hear the humour in Kerrie's voice, obviously not sorry at all.

"Yeah whatever. Bye."

I leave my phone on the floor and crawl back into bed but I can't get back to sleep. I try for ages, trying to get comfortable but I'm wide awake now.

Another yawn slips from my mouth and I get out of bed again. I open my closet and pull out an outfit for today. The dim-lit sky is gloomy, a cold breeze blowing through my open window so I go for skinny jeans and a hoodie. I don't want to make the same mistake as I did last week.

It had been freezing last Tuesday but I decided to wear leggings and a white tank top with a thick, woollen creme cardigan. It was okay for the day but when I started walking home it began to hail, really hard. When I got home my skin was covered in goosebumps, my hair was in soaked straggles stuck to my face, my clothes were dripping and my teeth were chattering so loud my mom could hear it from another room.

I get dressed and move to my mirror where I apply a thin layer of foundation and coat my long eyelashes with mascara. My hair is still straight from blow drying it so I just pull it up into a messy ponytail, pulling small strands down to fall next to my face.

I never make a big effort for school, there's no point really.

I pick up my phone and bag as I leave my room and make my way into the kitchen where my Mom is already up, stood at the counter, staring blankly at the boiling kettle . Dark rings circle her tired eyes and her skin is pale. I guess she didn't get much sleep again.

"Morning." I smile at her.

She jumps at the sound of my voice, eyes widening. When she realises it was only me, the panic drains from her face.

"Morning Rhianne. What are you doing up so early?" Her voice is barely there.

"I could ask you the same thing."

She smirks at me and turns back to watch the kettle.

"I couldn't sleep. I've been up for a while."

I shoot her a sympathetic look even though she isn't looking. I feel so sorry for my mom. She hasn't had a proper nights sleep since... Well since dad got out of jail.

"Want a mug of coffee?" Mom offers.

"No thanks, I'll have a tea though."

She nods and opens up the cabinet by her head, pulling out a tea bag and the sugar.

We stand in silence until the kettle is finally boiled. I watch her make up the drinks and I take mine as soon as its ready.

The hot liquid soothes my dry lips and I've nearly finished my mug before mom has even had a chance to start hers.

"Thirsty?" She teases.

"Little bit."

She shakes her head gently and gives me a lecture on burning my mouth until we hear Aaron from his bedroom.

Mom rushes to him, leaving me alone in the kitchen to finish my drink. I check my phone before entering my bedroom again.

It's only 6:40 and I don't have to leave for school for another hour. I decide to text Kyle and see if he wants to meet at the cafe.

*Hey, meet at the cafe in 10?*

*See you there:)*

Kyle's been my best friend for as long as I can remember, his mom and my mom used to work together so we spent a lot of time with each other as kids and the bond never really faded. All the way through Primary and Middle School we were inseparable, even part of the way through Freshman and Junior year. But then we made new friends, Kyle became the head of the football team so always hung out with the Jocks and, well, I met Kerrie. We're still as close as we always have been, we just don't hang around with each other as much.

I open the front door and I quietly call goodbye to my mom before I leave. The air outside is still and cold and the streets are deserted, silent. All I can hear is my own breath as I walk away from my house. The cafe is only a 5 minute walk from my house but I hurry all the same. I want to be able to spend as much time with Kyle as possible.

When I reach the small shop I see Kyle leaning against the streetlight outside, cigarette between his pink lips.

"Kyle!" I call.

He looks over at me and throws his cigarette to the ground. A large smile spreads across his perfect face and he starts walking towards me with open arms.

I rush into them, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist, inhaling the smell of his cologne and cigarette smoke that I'm so familiar with.

"Woah, you okay?" He chuckles, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and swaying me from side to side.

"Yeah, I just missed you." I hum into his chest.

"Your hair looks blonder."

"Does it?" I pull away from him slightly and look at my ponytail that has rested across my shoulder.

"Yeah, it looks nice." I look up at Kyle and give him a small grin before poking my finger into his own brown hair.

"Yours looks a little bit higher." I tease, ruffling the perfectly styles quiff he'd obviously spent so much time getting right this morning.

"Hey!" He protests, running his fingers through it, peering into the cafe window at his reflection.

We share a laugh before taking a seat at one of the small metal tables outside the shop.

We talk, gossip, laugh and catch up until, all too soon, it's time to go to school.