Suicide Notes

A/N HELLO!!!! I love you my lovelies! On to the story!!!

Welcome to my life: chapter 1

Misty's P.O.V.

"Hi. I'm Misty. I'm 17 years old. I enjoy reading and writing, just like my aunty Alice." I practiced saying. That sounds horrible. I sound like I'm trying to chat up someone for my Aunty Alice.

Your probably wondering 'why is she saying Aunty Alice'? If your not, I'm going to tell you anyway. I'm Misty, 17 years of age. My mum disowned me and threw me out when I told her I didn't like her views on how the world works. I now live with my Aunty Alice. My mum saw that the world was a horrible place, and that only fools would go after their 'dreams' and shit like that.

My Aunty and I have just moved to a new area because I used to get bullied to the point that I'd be in a trance, and I couldn't stop myself from cutting. Aunty was even in the room the last time. She didn't know before that.

I have social anxiety and attention deficit disorder (A/N I think thats how you spell it, sorry if I'm wrong...), meaning I hate talking to people and I loose my train of thought very easily and one moment I can be having the most serious conversation of my life, and the next I jump to a completely different topic. But Aunty has been taking me to classes to help retain my train of thought better.

Anyway, I was practicing what I'd say if I got asked about myself. I probably shouldn't mention Aunty Alice. She hates when I use her as a conversation starter. She thinks its like shouting to the world 'Hey! This is my Aunty Alice and she a lesbian.' and then it starts the whole 'your view on sexuality' topic. She absolutely despises it. "Hi. I'm Misty. I'm 17 years old. And I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for 'emo music'. So go ahead. Bash my music choices. Just know, when you do that, I take it personally. I owe my life to them." I said into the mirror. Yeah. I like that one.

I wrote 'Hi I'm Misty. I'm 17 years old. And I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for 'emo music'. So go ahead. Bash my music choices. Just know, when you do that, I take it personally. I owe my life to them.' onto a piece of paper for tomorrow at my new school. I'll probably end up loosing it pr forgetting about it, and then have to come up with something on the spot.

"Misty, I have someone I'd like you to meet!" Aunty Alice yelled from downstairs. "Coming!" I yelled back and slowly left my room.

I went to the living room to see a boy, about my age, wearing a Pierce The Veil shirt. He also had a lot of band bracelets. Too many to name. And plugs. I like him already. "Misty, this is Jake. Jake this is Misty." Aunty said. Hmmmm.... Jake. I like it. He put out his hand to shake mine. "I don't shake hands, I'm a hugger." I said as I went in for a hug. I don't hug most people. Unless I feel comfortable with them. And I don't even really know this guy. Except his name is Jake.

"You two go to Hot Topic and buy more merch, Or go for a walk in the park, or something. Just go. Have fun! But not too much fun." Aunty said as she shoed us out of the house. Okay. "What would you like to do, Misty?" Jake asked in his amazingly deep voice. I wonder if that means something else goes deep too....

"Umm... I don't really care. I just want to get to know you." I replied. "Okay. To Hot Topic?" He asked. "To Hot Topic!" I yelled and pointed in a random direction and started walking that way. "My bike's this way, unless you want to walk the whole way." Jake said. I stopped dead in my tracks. "You have a bike? Like a motorcycle?" I asked. "Yes. A motorcycle. Are you coming or not?" He said. I turned back to him and followed him to his motorcycle. He gave me his helmet, and threw a leg up over the bike. "Hop on." He said. I got on and put on the helmet. "You might want to hold on tight, for safety precautions..." He said. I wrapped my arms around Jakes torso, and we took off to Hot Topic.

A/N how do you like it so far? Do you think I should keep going with this story or not? Comment what you think.