Part One.

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It's funny how one rolled up piece of paper can ruin your entire life isn't it? I prefer the phrase "a slow suicide" because honestly, that's all it is. A slow suicide.

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"Audriana Elizabeth Payne I'm giving you thirty seconds to get your ass downstairs before I make you walk to school!"

Oh look it's the bane of my existence.. And I'm going to be late for school.

I let out a moan as I rolled over to look at my clock. 6:43. Late. My silky black sheets made it almost impossible to get out of bed and the aroma of what must have been some sort of cinnamon bun air freshener, since my mother doesn't cook, filled my room and left my mouth water; longing for more.

"I'll be back Saturday night and don't think about having any parties while I'm gone; Jack will be here.," my mother yelled from downstairs.

As if Id have any friends to invite anyways. God damn it why does Jack have to be here?

Jack is the best stepdad in the whole world.. Or at least that's what I'm trained to say all of my miserable life. He's abusive and an all around horrible person to be trapped in the same room with. I remember when he first came into me and my big sisters lives years ago. I was only eight at the time and that's probably the first time I ever experienced true pain and luckily for her, she's long moved out by now, leaving me to survive in this hell hole all on my own. Thanks sis.

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After what felt like years of procrastination, I decided to get up and face this social disaster we like to call society.

Until 6:30 tonight I have this house to myself and since I'm late to school already damn right I'm gonna take my time.

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After a skin burning shower, I searched my bedroom floor for some clothes that were acceptable. I threw on an old ripped pair of jeans; the best ones I could afford, a nirvana shirt, a dark mahogany sweater, and a new pair of black vans and to feel more blended I put on a beanie.

If I could afford clothes, I'd have the best style.

I started to slip out the front door when I realised what was wrong. The silence. It was all too silent. I sprint back inside and up the stairs to grab my headphones and of course, my phone. That the fucking Lord I didn't forget this.

8 new messages? Huh?
Aubrey- needa ride?
Aubrey- Aud?
Aubrey- answer fag.
Aubrey- AUDREEYYYY
Aubrey- your mom said she's driving you, true?
Aubrey- dude first period is so boring where tf are you?
Aubrey- tony is asking about you ;)
Aubrey- please come... Need you.. Help.....

Fuckfuckfuck I forgot to text Aubrey..

Aubrey is my best friend. Ever. She has been for as long as I can remember... Since birth it's always been Audriana and Abrianne.. Audrey and Aubrey (which really confused the dyslexic kids in elementary school.) everything we do has always been together. It's a shame that I'm about to end this sorrowful pain without her.

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Hey guys new story! I'm pretty sure this one is going to be shitty as fuck or at least that's how it is so far.. I've been really busy and there's a lot going on in my life and I'm just trying to get some feels on paper so here's a little intro bullshitter to this fucked up string of words that came out of my head thought box. The photo is a picture of Audrey by the way. ~mercy

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