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Chapter One /Beacon Hills/

We are driving past the 'Welcome to Beacon Hills' sign I groaned as we entered the town. My dad is making me move from my hometown in Minnesota to Beacon Hills California. Yippy, not. And all because my mom was put in rehab for her drinking and drug addiction. An addiction that my older brother Michael picked up, it was bad and it cost him his life. Dead brother, another big reason we are moving.

"Y/N you are going to like it here I have a few old friends here and I know some of them have kids your age, this will be good for us" My dad said as we drove past my soon to be new high school.

What my dad doesn't know is that I have been dealing with my own depression problems since I was young, I never say anything about it though. I am wired, I hate talking about my problems, especially my depression because then people worry about me and I hate people worrying about me. So I stay strong and put on that fake smile, I pull on my sweatshirt and put in my headphones and I go and deal with the hell that is my life.

"Dad I can assure you, I will NOT like it here. Not one fucking bit."

My dad looked at me "First watch your language and second, just give it a chance, maybe you can make some friends"

"I don't do friends" I said more to myself then my dad. At my old home I had a lot of 'friends' but I always had a deep gut feeling that they didn't like me, they would hang out without me and avaid me sometimes. So yeah I didn't really feel loved by my friends, I only had one reall friend and her name was Logan, she was amazing and I loved her so much but she had a very bad home life, she practically lived with me in the summertime when we were out of school. Her mom was a drug addict and was really abusive so Logan had a lot of problems with depression.
Logan's depression was always way worse then mine, you see I have held off on self harming so far, i have never done it. But Logan on the other hand she had scars almost everywhere and her mom didn't even care. I don't even know how many times I have had to walk her away from the edge.

But there was one faitful night, I was in my room reading Percy Jackson and my phone started ringing. It was Logan and I picked it up and she was crying and telling me how her mom completely lost it and tried to kill her. Logan's mom hated her, resented ever having a child.
Logan was going to kill herself she was on standing on the edge of a bridge I ran over to her and she wouldn't let me get close to her, she had a gun and threatened to shoot me if I got closer, she then said her goodbyes saying I was the only person in the world to ever love her. Then she raised the gun to her head and shot herself causing her body to fall into the river below.

That's when my depression got really bad, this was when I was fourteen and here I am sixteen and still dealing with it all. I dropped all of my other friends after Logan, I vowed to never let anyone close to me ever again. I cut myself off from everyone and I went numb.
Then after Michael my dad dropped my mom in rehab and took me across the country to California.

"We're here sweetheart" My dad said hopping out of the car. I followed and stood in front of my new home. It's a nice house it's also pretty big for just me and my dad.

We walked inside we already had all of our furniture moved here before us. I went upstairs to where my new room was, my bed and other furniture is already there. I just have to get all my stuff unpacked. Great.

My first day of school is tomorrow, I hate school. I am really smart but I hate people.

"Y/N I GOT PIZZA!" My dad yelled and I walked I to our dining room to see my dad sitting at the table with a large pizza in front of him.
"Yay pizza I'm starving" I joked and grabbed a slice.

Time Skip

My dad is in bed but I can't sleep, I haven't had a decent nights sleep since Logan. I get a maximum of 5 or 6 hours a night. But most nights it's only 3 or 4. I have really bad insomnia too now, and I am plagued with night terrors. It sucks.

I got my room unpacked mostly. I am just pacing around my room having conversations with no one. I do that a lot, I will pretend to talk to people that aren't really there. I don't do it in front of anyone because then they would think I'm phyco crazy when I'm not, just lonely. I talk to myself a lot over 50% of talking I do in a day are to myself.

I am starting to think back to when my life fell apart, I don't want to think about that because then I will have to fight the urge to start cutting so I decided to take a shower.

I feel the hot water flow over me, it is so relaxing I could stay here forever. Just for a fraction of a second I forget that my life is fucked up. But them I remember everything, Logan, Michael, my mom and this stupid new town. Beacon Hills.

I got out of the shower and looked at the clock 12:37 am.

"Well I should get some sleep before my first day at my new school. Fucking fantastic" I said out loud to myself then I put on a t-shirt and some shorts for bed then I pit in my headphones and put on some music and laid on my bed until I felt tired which wasn't until about 2 in the morning. I was just laying there and thinking, sometimes I just sit alone with my thoughts then I look at the clock and whoopie 3 hours went by.

I decided to try and get some sleep before my first day at a new school.

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