Thing were left unsaid

Chapter 1

Ingrid was just standing there, with her usual blonde hair, that I was always so jealous of. She whispers to me," I'm sorry I left you, but I couldn't take it anymore." She then turns around, and runs off the cliff, and into the water.
I wake up with sweaty palms, a wet face, and the taste of salt in my mouth. I hear the sound of glass falling on the floor. My parents. I check the clock and I see it's 5:30 AM. I guess it's never to early for them to start getting high and drunk, is it? I get up, and brush my hair, pull on a black tank top that shows a lot of cleavage, really tight skinny jeans that take me about 5 minutes to put on, and put on my black leather jacket, and pull on my black combat boots. I then go to the bathroom, and I see my mom's bra, on the floor, and on it is white little powder. Cocaine. It shouldn't surprise me, my mom's always been a hoe, and when Ingrid committed suicide she just asked me if there was paperwork to be done, that I was going to be doing it for her, because she was going to be busy with her cocaine. What a motherly figure I have right? I brush my teeth, put on mascara, and my usual liquid liner.
I walked back into my room, grabbed my backpack, and looked at myself in the mirror. Ingrid was always the pretty one, everyone loved her. She had really small thighs, and a small waist. She had blonde hair, that complemented her skin. And her eyes were gray, but they sometimes turned green and/or blue. She was just the right size, both in weight and height. She was also kind, and very popular. Me on the other hand, I have really long legs, and my thighs aren't exactly big, but they aren't small like Ingrid's were. I also have pale skin, but I have black straight hair. My eyes are hazel, but they sometimes look dark brown because my eyeliner makes them look darker then they are. I have no friends at school, and after Ingrid died, and my new attitude became visible to everyone, they were all basically scared of me. Stop comparing yourself to Ingrid. I shake my head and go to my moms room. I know where she keeps her drug money, and I take $200 out of her money. I then go into the kitchen to find a mess, my mom is smoking a cigarette and my dad is taking a shot of who knows what.
"I'm heading out, I'll be back by tomorrow maybe." I say to them, a hard look on my face.
"Okay, bring me back a pack of marlboros." Says my mom.
"What am I supposed to buy it with?" I ask. She hands me a 100 dollar bill from her purse, and I head out the kitchen. Then through the front door, and start a brand new day. Let's hope this one isn't as crappy, as the one before.