Bad Boy // Casey Johnson (Stereo Kicks)

Prologue

The definition of a siren, according to the Oxford dictionary, is 'a device that makes a loud prolonged signal or warning sound', that may be correct but for me it holds a lot more meaning. It means drugs, it means disappointment, it means failure. Yes I'm Isla I'm 18 and I'm most definitely, uncontrollably hooked on a substance called herion. Oh tell me more about how 'drugs are dangerous' but from the amount of hospital admissions I've had over the past year and a half I can categorically say this information in most certainly engraved into the stupid mass of cells that is my brain...drugs are dangerous. For a year and a half drugs have been a problem, before that they were no problem, well no cause for concern at least. I'd done weed a couple of times at parties but that was nothing until I discovered the 'wonders' and 'delights' harder drugs apparently had on your body. These assumptions I made at just the tender age of 16 were partly right, partly wrong. Partly right as in they helped me escape the shitty day to day scenarios that otherwise, without herion, I would have to face like any other normal human being. Partly wrong because they brought more bad into my life than the 'wonders' and 'delights' of using the filthy substance ever would. My life had become a mess, my parents had split up just 6 months previous and my little sister had tragically died in a car accident, dont pity me...its the truth. These were just the obvious things wrong with mess I call 'family'. The amount of underlying trials and tribulations we faced together is different story all together. Mental problems were just another thing to add to the list of unfortunate occurrences in my short lifespan of 18 years. Basically I was cursed with a shitty life, the one and only life on this earth I will ever get and ever be a part of had brought nothing but misery and pain. Fucking wonderful.

"Isla...Isla can you hear me" my mind was struck with confusion as my blurry eyes tried to make out a familiar face,

"Oh for fuck sake" I shut my eyes in hope everything would go away, but the persistent beeping sound from the machine that was trying to keep me alive, and no doubt already had saved my life on numerous occasions, kept me very much in reality.

Another overdose. Another fucking overdose.

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Hey guys! So this is a fanfic about Casey, all the boys will be included as best as I can but Casey will be the main character out of everyone. This story is kind of a drama/dark romance storyline so stick with me until the story starts properly aha. As you can probably tell by the title Isla isnt the only bad character in this so it does get interesting (I hope aha)! I'm excited to work on this and I have some really cool ideas for storylines

This is just the prologue to the story which is why its only short and chapter one will hopefully bring all the main characters into play so hang on! Any suggestions are welcome on my twitter @sighcasey ! thank you for reading this short introduction, enjoy :-)
Also with every chapter I'm going to put a song at the end to listen to whilst reading it if you'd like that kind of fits with the chapter so

// Song: Therapy: All Time low\\