Chapter 1
Just a heads up...this story will contain some swearing. And some of the characters opinions may seem a little offensive but keep in mind that the swearing and opinions are only there to make it more realistic (if that makes sense). I don't share all of my characters opinions and am impartial to colourful language, meaning I do sometimes swear but I like to keep in mind that some people find it offensive and makes them uncomfortable so limit it if possible (sorry Mary).
I've never believed in fate.
To me, the idea that a power greater than what our imaginations could fathom would be in control of what happened to me, to the world, had always seemed ridiculous. The idea that some desitiny was responsible for every stick, stone, place and person that I had ever come across, that my actions were being guided, that every mistake I had made carved my path to the ultimate ending had always seemed so surreal and impossible that, well, fate had always been but a vague ideal, an unabtainable wish to me.
I want to believe in fate, I want to be able to accept what a fuck-up my life has been so far, I want to put what has happened behind me, I want to trust that everything will turn out fine, I want to have faith in my very own happy ending but to be perfectly honest, I've done such a shit job at living so far I think even something as powerful and unstopable as my destiny wouldn't be able to pull me out of tthe hole I've dug for myself with years and years of continuous mistakes.
If I had believed in fate, I would have felt something change, as I sat at my desk and watched the moving truck pull into the house next door. I would have felt it coming, I would have awaited, feared and hoped what was about to come, but I instead I numbly stared as its massive wheels came to a halt. All that crossed my mind was the image of the same truck pulling out of the driveway by which it came in a month's time.
I looked back down at the sheet of homework I had been working on and blankly read through the questions that didn't seem to make sense anymore. I shut my eyes and ran a hand through my hair. My thoughts drifted back to the truck that still sat patiently on the neighbouring driveway.
With a sigh, I got up from my chair and walked over to my bed. I sat down with my back against the wall, quickly popping in my earbuds and letting the music take over my mind.
