The Wonderer

Chapter 1

 I'm the outsider, the loser, everything that defines a person that doesn't have friends or parents. I have a mom, but she's rarely there. She is usually at a bar or somewhere with one of her friends drinking and doing all sorts of druggie things.

I'm currently sitting in my room in a corner writing on my arms, thinking about my life.

A year ago I was a bubbly girl that didn't really care what other people thought about me. I moved to my current school and everything changed. I became depressed. A boy in my grade started to bully me, trying to get me to run away and cry. I didn't though. I fought back but it didn't do anything for me. It became worse.

Now I'm sitting in my room thinking over everything that happened. He pushed me against the lockers, choking me with his arm until I fainted. I woke up in the janitors closet and had sticky notes all over my body saying things like whore, fat, ugly, slut, bitch, emo, depressed. I ripped them off and ran out of the school to my room.

I got to my room and cried. I had taken my anger out on my hair. I chopped my hair off, just below my shoulders and ran to the closed drug store and got hair dye, black. I ran back to my room and dyed my hair in my bathroom. I got done and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like my cousin. She was that type of person that didn't care about what she looked like. She was an emo person that constantly blasted my favorite bands and hers. Panic! at the Disco, Fallout Boy, My Chemical Romance. 

I tried so hard to ignore people, but this time I was done with it. I ignored everybody but was sick and tired of everything. I grabbed my notebook and some coloring books and ran down to the park behind my house. 

There was this broken bench in the park that I called mine. I cleaned it up and called it mine. Every time I was sad I would run down to the park and sit on the bench and draw stuff that I saw, but this time I couldn't focus. I got up and started to walk down the small sidewalk that goes around the park and down a path that goes down through the forest. 

I walked down through the forest and started to cry, wiping away my tears. 

"You ok?"

I look up and was startled when I saw a guy that looked like my sister's type. Emo black hair, a lip piercing, ripped jeans and a band t-shirt. 

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You don't look like it."

I wasn't fine. My long blonde hair was now short and black. I look down and see the black dye on my hands.

"You look familiar."

I look up at the guy.

"Your Sophie, right?"

"Yeah."

"What happened?"

Life that's what.

"I'm guessing that you couldn't take it anymore."

I didn't say anything. I looked back down at the ground and watched the leaves blowing around on the ground. I was too interested in the leafs that I didn't notice that I was crying.

"Are you ok?" He says walking towards me.

"Yeah, I just need to get home."

After talking for awhile and the boy had invited me to hang out with his group I left and headed back to my house to discover that my mom was laying on the ground with a bottle of wine in her hand.

"Great," I say grabbing my mom and bringing her to the couch.

After getting my mom on the couch I slink up the stairs and to my room and fall on my bed. I start to look through my back to find a mound of homework that I didn't even start on. I stay up until 11:00 p.m and close my history book and put it aside. I yawn and cover myself up in my comforter and fall asleep.