Medicate My Heartbreak

Disappointment

My name is Clara. I dropped out of school when I was, what, probably fifteen, sixteen years old. I'm not gonna sugarcoat this, after all, why should I? My parents loved me and I still let them down so don't assume that I had a bad upbringing. No, no, this is my fault. Just to clear some things up, let me explain from the beginning.

I grew up in a nice little house in a very pleasant neighbourhood, we were in a comfortable situation, my mum worked as a helpline operator and my dad worked as a doctor so, really, it wasn't like neither of them could help me. I was a reckless child, I didn't study for tests, I skipped classes, I was rude to my teachers and I very often broke the uniform code at school. The typical angsty, rebellious teenager phase. Well, it ruined my life. Now I believe I forgot to mention something, I'm not 100% human, no I have a strange gift that means I can turn into a snake. This only fuelled my angst. I always wore black and green, I still do, I also have naturally black hair which I bleached in certain places to dye it dark green. Although that is really irrelevant to my story.

I met a boy just after I dropped out of school. His name was Dylan, and he was very much like me, emo and rebellious. We dated for a really long time, like, such a long time that I was twenty when we stopped dating. We didn't break up. It was a car accident that took him from me, he was drunk driving and he ended up getting his arm severed off in the crash by a huge piece of really sharp glass. He didn't survive. Five years later to the present day, I still haven't gotten over him. I loved him, I really did.

But he wasn't the only person in my life who mattered, and still matters, a lot to me. You see, when I was seventeen I met Vera. Vera is my roommate, best friend, soul sister, maybe even soulmate if you believe that soulmates don't have to be a romantic interest. She has always understood me and been there for me. She knows the best hangover cures in the world, she talks me out of taking drugs because she knows that I'll only ever listen to her. She was there for me when Dylan died. I think she'll always be there for me.

She isn't human either really. I don't know what to call her, she calls herself a monster, although I believe that monsters are cold, unfeeling creatures who only care for themselves. Vera isn't a monster. She's kind, smart, loving, perfect in her own way. I think she's beautiful.

(VERA DOES NOT BELONG TO ME SHE IS StarsAndSorrows OC!))