Shattered

Chapter 1

*I was searching for her. My feet padded against the floor as I ran up the white carpeted stairs. I threw open the glass double doors to her bedroom "Mommy...I'm home." I stepped into the white carpeted room and into a puddle of blood....*

I awoke with a start. *At last it's morning* I thought to myself. I let out a rather obnoxious yawn and sat up a little too quickly and ended up giving myself a head rush.

I glanced around my white walled plain jane room. It really isnt much with a full size bed with a blue comforter set that mom bought for me. I have no pictures of me and friends on the walls. because well to have pictures you have to have friends. I am more of a loner. I had a boyfriend once, he turned into a dick so any pictures i did have are gone now. So now my walls are completely bare and i have nothing to show for. Its not like Im disliked or anything, i just never really cared about making friends.I finally decided to get up and head into the bathroom on my way i glanced into the mirror at my reflection, all I saw was my pale skin, light blonde hair, and piercing green eyes. I had a curvaceous frame unfortunately.

I attempted a smile at myself but only frowned instead. I walked over to my closet and picked out some school clothes.

It was nothing more than some ripped jeans and a black hoodie with a pair of black flip flops. Its college no point in dressing up. I'm 22 years old and nothing to say for it. Even in High school I was a nobody. I never dressed up for school no point in it. No one noticed me anyways, and those that do I don't want them too.

I am very happy with just merely existing. I straightened my hair; applied the basic make up on and headed down the stairs. Mom looked up from her cereal her brown hair hanging in front of her face and asked "Do you need a ride sweetheart?" I glanced at her and hid my wrist under my hoodie then said "No I'm good I feel like walking."

You are probably wondering why i hid my wrist. Well see sometimes i freak out and cut myself. It is dumb i know but it calms me down so much.  I seriously go from raging upset to a cloudy filled mind filled with peAce. Mom caught on about a year ago and has been on watch since. I gave her a kiss on the forehead and began to walk out the door when she jerked me by my bad wrist to give me a hug. I winced and unfortunately she noticed this. "Destin what's wrong!" she asked with sudden alarm. I forced a fake laugh and said "OH mom I walked into that stupid door. I have a feeling it will bruise!" My mom looking relieved and knowing that I do have a tendency to be clumsy said "Destin...I just don't know what I will do with your sweetheart." I just nodded and walked out the door and went on my way to school.

I only had to walk a couple of blocks to Gollan Community college. My only class of the day is World History. I stalked in there with a very grumpy look on my face and sat down in my usual seat.Mr. Barnes was late as usual, so I put my head down. I shot up when I felt something hit the back of my head. I looked down and there was a piece of paper. Looking around I realized Mr. Barnes had finally arrived and had gotten my attention in a rather embarrassing way causing everyone in the class to stare me down.

"Destin are you stoned?" Mr. Barnes asked incredulously. I just stared at him shocked and stuttered "No sir" He smiled at me and said "I'm just kidding kiddo chill out. Now class open you book to page 321 and we will begin Napoleon." He turned his attention to the class while my thoughts were elsewhere like always. I looked up from my day dreaming to find Christopher Haylen staring me down.

Yes! Oh he is staring at me.Literally this country boy god is completely turned around in his seat and staring at me as if he contemplating saying something. Christopher Haylen is one good looking country boy. Shaggy blonde hair 6'2 ripped body and a thick country accent and now he was staring at me.

Chris's  parents and my mom are really good friends. My mom has always tried hooking me up with him but he always seemed less than interested. ;I looked down and then up again five seconds later...still he is staring. "Oh god what do I do." I thought to myself.