Danielle's POV
Beep beep! Beep beep!
I wake up to the annoying sound of my alarm clock. It's Monday, the first day of school, my senior year.
Finally, only one more year of Hell and I'm done. I absolutely despise school.
I slam my fist on the alarm clock, only to turn back around so I can continue to sleep.
As I slowly begin to drift off, there's a banging on my door.
"Get up!" Is all my mom says before walking away.
I drag my tired body out of my warm bed. I walk across the hall to my bathroom. I take one look in the mirror and immediately scrunch my face in repulsion.
After I brush my teeth, I walk back to my room. I open my closet door, looking for something to wear.
I pull out a pair of dark skinny jeans to go along with my black Linkin Park tee. I glance down to the bottom of my closet, looking for a pair of shoes. My eyes fall on my black and white checkered Vans.
Once I'm dressed, I straighten my red hair. I make a mental note, reminding myself to buy more hair dye because it's starting to fade. The only makeup I put on is mascara and eyeliner.
I walk out of my room, making my way down the hallway. I walk into my kitchen heading towards the freezer. I open the freezer to grab a toaster waffle, only to see that we ran out.
"Hey, I'm going to work now and your dad already left. Take the bus home because we're both going to be out late." My mother informs me as she walks into the kitchen.
She doesn't give me time to answer as she grabs her car keys and walks out the door.
I sigh, opening a cabinet to get a Poptart. I put one in the toaster and open a different cabinet. My hand wraps around the orange bottle with my name on it. I take one pill out and swallow it.
I dump all the pills out onto my hand, sifting them around on my palm with my thumb. I can't die by taking all of these, but I will get really sick. I pour them all back into the bottle, except one more.
I sluggishly walk out of the kitchen, to the exit of my house. On my way out, I grab my bag.
I begin my walk down the street, to the bus stop. As I walk, I reach I to my bag, pulling out my pack of cigarettes. I'm only 17, but I usually just wait by the door of gas stations for somebody to go in and get them for me. I pull one out of the pack, light it, and take a drag.
By the time I get to the bus stop, I'm done with it, so I light another one.
And that's when I hear a voice.
"That's not good for you."
At first, I'm utterly confused. Usually, I'll hear a voice telling me I need more, more cuts, more smoke, more alcohol. But soon I realize, the voice I heard was no voice in my head.
I turn around slowly, to see a tall boy standing behind me.
"Uhh, yeah. I know." I reply to him in a very awkward manner.
The boy looks at my face, and his eyes widen. It was as if he was half asleep, but then woke up automatically.
"Hey! You're that girl that was complaining about no breakfast at McDonald's yesterday." He exclaims.
I stare back at him, squinting my eyes. I don't remember him, but he must've been in the restaurant at the same time I was.
"Yeah." I quietly say back to him.
