my emo life

prt one.

finnally i was escaping this horrible life. i felt the life in me slip away as i gave up. i heard my mom scream for my dad as she walked into my room, but i didnt care it was too late for them to save me anyway. the slits in my wrists were to deep to be fixed now and i was finally done. yay me.

i wake up from my dream in a cold sweat.

every night my failure of scuicide co,es back to haunt me. if my mother hadnt foumd me right when she did id be dead. sometimes i wish she hadnt found me. my life sucks. like alot. i mean yeah my mom and dad are filthy rich and i get whatever i want and i have the best big brother ever, but i was suposed to be the perfect child. i was moms first baby girl and she wanted the perfect cheerleader with the perfect hair and the perfect grades and the perfect boyfriend, but instead she got me. an emo.maybe the stork made a mistake? i dont know, but you try living with the fact that your a complete embarrasment to your family. like i said it sucks.

i looked over at my clock and the bold neon blue numbers stick out at me. 7:15. dangit. im late.

i hurridly jump up out of my bed and throw on some blue and black zebra print skinny jeans along with a blue cookie monster tank top and a black zip up hoodie. after that i rappidly tease my scene?emo hair style with poof at the top and straight blue and black coon tails at the bottom. i put on my gangsta cookie monster hat and my black knee high converse. (hehehe yes cookie monter is gangsta)

i run into my bath room and put on my pale foundation and thick lines of black eyeliner along with glittery eye shadow. i check my apearence and make sure my black nose stud peircing is still in place. (it fell out when i was sleeping a few nights ago...imagine my shock when i look to se it gone and then spend six hours searching for it...it was on my dresser. i forgot i took it out)

after im sure im ready i run down the steps and skip merrily into the kitchen. there i see my brother jason and his jerk best friend derek.

"hey draculas neice." derek said smugly. "what your not eating breakfast?" he noted when all i grabbed was some orange juice.

"nope." i replied. dont i have the best come backs?

"why breakfast is the most important meal of the day! what trying to starve yourself since cutting didnt work?" he despises emos. he hated me before but now he hates me alot more becouse i tried to commit scuicied. oh well he  can get a life.

"oh no of course not. im trying to lose weight so i can be as skinny as your anerexic girl freand stephenie." stephanie and i used to besties but she hates emos to. phft stupid emophobes.

"shes not anerexic."

"haha what ever you say...but dontchya ever wonder why she has to go pee every day affter lunch? oh and how whenever you ask her out to dinner she on a 'diet' or is 'studying' i mean the girls not even all that bright." stephanies been anerexic since freshmen year which was two years ago.

"your lying."

"sure i am...oh well!" i say looking at the clock. " i gotta go. bye jason."

"bye. hey be careful on that bike of yours." he says over protectivley.

brothers. phft.

i walk out into the giant garage and find my baby. shes a dark blue and black with a crotch rocket look. she can go upto 120 mph. thats without the turbo. im a major racer. i love going fast. butof course jason found out when derek found me at a race. i payed him 1000 dollars not to tell anyone about my addiction but that tupid jerk told jason. now im closley monitored.

i put on my helmet and speed off to school.

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