High and Broken // Michael Clifford & Luke Hemmings

Chapter I

"Bailey!!", I hear my mom screaming at the edge of my bed.

My mom, who will not stop screaming, is holding a bag of some type of crushed brown flakes. I'm still half asleep but my eyes opened so I can't fake it any longer. I sat up with a groan and looked at her as I rubbed my tired eyes.

The bag that she's holding is oddly familiar. I have no idea what's inside of it but I've seen it before. Although, my eyes are still blurry a bit I can now tell what it is. It all clicks: my mom constantly screaming my mom until I wake up, my closet torn apart basically, and my drawers open and emptied. She found my stash. Well, one bag of my stash. I just pray to god I can pull this off to make her think it's not mine.

I got up slowly and angrily looking her dead in the eyes. I nearly growled, "What the fuck is wrong with you mom? Why do you think you have the right to tear my room apart in my sleep?"

She threw the bag at me, "This is what's wrong with me, Bailey. I found this on the floor when I checked on you once I was home. I picked it up not knowing and assumed there was more. Lucky for you, there isn't. Just this. And I have every right to do whatever the hell I want to do in my own damned house! Is that weed yours Bailey?" She was calm surprisingly, but I was not.

"No! Why the hell do you think I would need Mary J? Makes no sense mom. What's wrong with you?"

We stared at each other for what seemed like an hour until she looked down, I took this as a chance to break the silence.

"Maybe it's yours."

She looked up with her jaw tensed, "Excuse me." It wasn't a question, it was a demand. I've crossed the line. There's no turning back now.

"You heard me. You've become so deranged that you think your only daughter is on drugs" I yelled at her as I took a few steps towards her.

With that being said, her jaw loosened and she took a step toward me. I took a step back.

She sighed, "B, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I've been really stressed out with work and shit."

I looked down at my carpeted floor.

My mom sighed again, "Love you, Bailey.." And she walked out of my room, shutting the door behind her. I waited to make sure she walked down to her room before I locked my door and started cleaning my room up. It was almost midnight and too quiet in my room. I grabbed my phone and plugged it in the speaker putting my playlist on shuffle. My favorite song plays, Sleepwalking by Bring Me The Horizon. I can really relate to that song right now, I'm still high a little from today. I turned it as loud as I can so I can just clean without people bothering me. I unlocked my door eventually because I wouldn't be able to hear my mom knocking. Right when I did that not even five minutes later she came in my room. Dressed in tight clothes, gross mom. She yelled over my music, "Bailey, I'm going out with some friends!" I didn't look at her again I kept my back to her and put a thumb up. She shut the door and walked out.

I waited to see her headlights turn out the driveway when I locked my door again.

~2 hours later~

My room was almost completely clean. Thank god. I put a couple other things away then shut my light off and turned my icicle lights on. I sat down on my bed and grabbed my laptop from underneath of it. After I logged on and plugged my phone in I grabbed two boxes out from under my bed. One of the boxes had my weed the other had my blades. Not only do I smoke Mary J but I cut myself, too. Well, it's either smoke or bleed. Most of the time I smoke because it takes me to Wonderland. When I used to cut it would just take me Neverland. Wonderland is better than Neverland, in my opinion.