Living In A Dream

Chapter One: Everyday Life

A/N: WHOOO!! FIRST CHAPTER!!!! Imma really bad speller(obviously...) and if I make any mistakes, just lemme know (don't be rude now *waggles finger) READ ON, LOOOVELIES!!!

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Willow's POV

I sighed and looked out of the classroom window. It was such a beautiful day outside and that was not helping me concentrate on the boring social test sitting in front of me. I absolutely could not wait until summer break. I began to stare off in to the distance when suddenly my daydreams of swimming, camping, and barbeques were interrupted by Mr.Cooke's nasally New York accent.

"Please pass your tests to the front of the row, they will be marked by tomorrow afternoon. Class dismissed." I rolled my eyes, grabbed my sketchpad, and rushed out of the door. I was lucky to be able to make it out of the classroom before the hoard of my classmates came piling out. Huh, it's funny, I only call these people who most of have known me most of my life, classmates. I guess most of my past would explain it, though. Let me explain:

It started in grade three when everyone was pretty much done bieng happy and all friends forever.  We started to split off in to our little groups and I guess I never really fit in to a group properly. Everyone here was just too... different than me. I became a "social outcast" and stayed by myself. Many new kids tried to make friends with me, but my reputation soon reached thier ears and they retreated. Don't get me wrong, I have plenty of friends, but just not at school. Soon after, I think it might've been grade six, I began cutting myself. I couldn't handle the teasing day after day, I needed to vent. I felt alive when the blood seeped through my broken skin. It assured me that I was still alive. I began wearing long-sleeved shirts to hide my nasty, gnarled wrists. It didn't take long before someone took notice of my wrists and spread it around.  The newfound teasing brought me to my max. I couldn't take it. I was about to... you know... But my parents came home earlier than they told me they would be. They caught me sitting in the tub when I was about to cut my wrists. They went off the wall. They had me taken to a shrink almost every day of the week until they could be assured that I was "cured." I don't think I ever will heal from that experience. I now understand that suicide is not the answer, even though I still think about trying again. I found a song that became a big part of my life, I listened to it day and night, it helped me understand that life is not as hard as it seems. Three Days Grace wrote my life anthem: Never Too Late.

A/N:

Whoooo!! Finished my first chapter!! I'm so excited!!! I hope you like it!! Sorry if it's really short, I did this during social class :)) hehe. But seriously, I hope this will help fill in some of the missing info that may be necessary for later ;) oooh suspense!!!