A Dagger to the Heart

Chapter 1

Chapter 1 

        My alarm went off at six thirty in the morning. I officially start school today. One more year in this shit hole and I will be free. I slowly opened both of my eyes and instantly closed them again because the sun was shining through the window and it was too bright. The alarm was still beeping and I can't stand it anymore. I let out a raspy groan as I rolled my body over to my right side and stuck my hand out with my eyes still shut. I felt my way around my bed side table, until I felt the little switch on the back of the alarm clock. I flicked it off and slowly rolled back over on my back. It's the first day of senior year, and I am already done with it. I hate pretty much everyone in my school. They are either terrible people, into drugs and drinking, or just straight up dumb asses. That doesn't make me a bad person, in fact, i'm a great person.

        My alarm started beeping again. "Shit, sleep button" I thought as I placed my hands behind my body and lifted myself up to a sitting position. I rubbed my eyes and little crusty pieces fell from the corners. Gross. I forced myself to stand up long enough to unplug the annoying beeping machine that is hell every morning and fell back into the sitting position on my bed. I turned my head to look out the window. I could tell it was going to be a sunny day. Which pisses me off because now I have to pretend to be in a good mood. Rain always gives me an excuse to not talk to anyone. I live in a part of America where the summers are so god damn hot and the winters are so harsh that your finger nearly fall off. That's another reason to look forward to next year. I am going to choose a college that is far away from here. Some place warm. Some place not here. 

        I looked over at the unplugged clock thinking it would still tell time. The screen was completely dark. I reached over to my iPhone that was sitting on my bedside table plugged into a charger. I clicked the round button at the bottom so the screen would light up. The clock read 6:42. I stood up and slowly walked to the bathroom. I looked into the mirror and gave out a quiet giggle. I was absolutely hideous. Why do people talk to me. Right, no one does. I pull my pants down and sit on the toilet. The seat was cold but it didn't phase me. I stood up and took all of my clothes off. I closed the door to the bathroom and turned the shower on. Not too hot but not too cold. As the water warmed up I opened the last drawer under the sink and took out a blue hair brush. I took it through my hair a couple times so it wouldn't be hell to brush out after my shower. I threw the brush back into the drawer and slid the glass door to the shower open and placed my right foot inside. The water was a bit too hot, so I turned the handle a little to the right. Once the water was to the perfect temperature, I put my whole body under the stream of running water. I let the water run down my face as I held my breath and squeezed my eyes shut. I quickly ran out of air and took a step forward before opening my eyes.  I just stood there, letting the water hit my back, as I thought about school starting in just a few hours. I should be excited to see everyone over the two and a half months of summer. To be honest, this is the first year I couldn't care less about it. The people that I cared about the most, took time to hangout with me during the time off. Every year, I have been nervous on the first day of school but I feel nothing. I feel no rush of excitement. No rush of adrenaline. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. 

        I ran my shower a little too long because after I rinsed all of the soap out of my hair and hopped out, I checked my phone. 7:17. I wrapped the towel around my dripping wet body and walked back into my bedroom. The basement to the house is pretty much mine since everyone else lives upstairs, so i'm not worried about anyone seeing me naked. Plus my parents know better then to come downstairs in the morning because I hate being bothered. I stood in front of my closet looking for something to wear. I guess I didn't really care about what I wore, but I at least didn't want to look like white trash. I grabbed a lace tong and slipped it up both of my legs. I then took a plain pair of jean shorts and put them on. I looked back into my closet and took the first tank top off the hanger that I saw. It was completely black. I put my padded bra on. Even though I don't care about what I wear, I do care if I look flat chested or not. I put the tank top on and slipped on the closest pair of sandals. I walked back into the bathroom with the towel still in my hand. I rung out the water from my hair and flipped my head completely over. I used the towel to get as much water out as possible. I threw the towel into the dirty clothes hamper and grabbed the blue hair brush from the bottom drawer that I used before my shower. I brushed out my hair and put some smelly stuff in it. I don't know what it's for, but the lady that cuts my hair says it's good for it so whatever. Plus it smells good, that is always a bonus. I grabbed my contacts and put them in each of my eyes. They burn like hell but I hate wearing glasses so I will take the pain. My eyes always water, so I can never put make up on right after. I grabbed my toothbrush and tooth paste from the top drawer and turned the sink on. I dunked the tip of the toothbrush under the water and squirted a blob on paste on it. I put the cap back on the tube and placed it back into the drawer. As i started brushing my teeth I walked back into my room. One hand on the toothbrush, and the other grabbing for my perfume bottle. I decided to go with a Pink fragrance because I love it. I took the cap off and sprayed my neck and chest. I also sprayed my wrist and then rubbed them together. I put the cap back on and places the perfect pink bottle back on the shelf and continued to brush my teeth. I grabbed the deodorant stick next to the perfume and put that under both my arms. I walked back into the bathroom and spit my mouthful of toothpaste into the sink and rinsed off my toothbrush and put it into the drawer. I wiped my mouth with a tissue and grabbed my makeup bag. I don't put a lot of effort into my makeup because I only wear it to feel better about myself. Not to make me more attractive. I just wear foundation, eye liner and mascara. It takes me about five minutes to put on and I grab my backpack and head upstairs. 

Both of my parents were at work so the house was dark and quiet. I don't eat breakfast because it makes my stomach hurt so I just grabbed my car keys and headed for the door. I walked to the end of the driveway and threw my bag into the back seat and hopped into the front. I plugged my phone into the AUX cord so I can listen to my own music. The radio now a days is the same four songs played over and over again and I can't take it. I clicked on my Maroon5 playlist and pulled my seat belt over my body until it clicked into place. "Moves Like Jagger" started playing. "Starting off with fetus boys this morning" I said to myself as I started driving away from my house, and closer to hell. I only live a few blocks from school so it was an easy drive. The parking lot pisses me off though. I forgot how much I hated it until I tried to find a spot and they were pretty much all taken. My school has over two thousand people so there are three parking lots. Underclassmen, being freshman and sophomores have to park in the front lot. Which is the worst one because it has a stop sign at the intersection to get out so it takes forever. The lot on the side of the building is for the teachers, you have to have a fancy parking sticker to park there. You have to pay a fine if you don't have a sticker and your car is spotted there. Then there is the back parking lot for the Juniors and Seniors. It is the best lot because it has a stop light to get out, unlike the stop sign at the underclassman's lot. There is no point in driving around looking for a good spot so I went right to the back of the back lot and found a spot on the end. I grabbed my stuff and got out of the car, locking it behind me before walking closer to the door.

"Haley!" I hear just a few spots down. I rolled my eyes. Here we go. I turned my body to see it was my best friend. My mood instantly brightened up because she is the only person who gets me through the day.

"Carrie! How are you?" I asked her. Already knowing the answer. We have that connection where we are pretty much the same person so we know what each other are thinking at all times.

"Literally hate everyone already." she said.

"Same girl, same."

The bell rang as we both walked into school together. Like I said before, we are pretty much the same person so she gets me. We have that kind of friendship, where we can hangout and sit in complete silence and still know what each other are thinking. One thing we have in common, is that we both love One Direction. We have been best friends since freshman year, and we have not gone one day without talking about the boys. I don't know what high school would be like without her. It's already hell with her there, so if you took her out of the picture it would be a burning pit of complete shit. 

"I will see you at lunch!" Carrie said as she walked faster to class. 

"Okay, good luck" I said as I walked the other way.

I walked into my first hour class as the bell rang. "Here we go."  I said to myself as I found a place to sit.