Escape(Harry Styles)

Chapter 1: Faliure

~Hazel's POV~

Failure has never been in my nature.

It has never occurred to me to not accomplish something correctly. Don't get me wrong, I make mistakes every now and then like any other human, but I always have an exceptional mark to make up for it.

I was higher in my field of study than anyone else my age, any woman my age, and I liked it that way. Any other average twenty-year-old wouldn't even be finished with the first four years of collage, but I have successfully managed to get my masters degree and minor in Human Behavior in a little less then five years. Anyone else, and they would have to be in schooling for a whole seven to eight years. And they would have to pay, but I was on a full scholarship. I loved the satisfaction of being above average. Its where I belong, its where I've been since I was a child.

I was going to major in Psychology and become one of the youngest female doctors to professionally study the human mind. I wasn't planning to work with the patients oh no, I wasn't going to waste my intellectual by being a shrink. I wasn't going to deal with other peoples problems, I had already decided that. I was going to study from a distance and observe medications and human interaction.

At least that was the plan...but like I said, failure was something I had ever come across before. Imagine how I reacted when I failed one of my exams....

I honestly thought it was a joke, or a dream...but it wasn't. My Professor let the whole class retake it, just because of our terrible marks. He said it was only a one time thing though. I had started preparing for the exam weeks before. I was obsessed with the concept of failing again. I began to think if I didn't make it I would have to redo the course and take the same tests again and it would be on my record that I did not pass the first time. I grew anxious as the test date came closer and closer. I thought more about failing than I actually studied. Until, the night before, I couldn't take it anymore, I couldn't even sleep, so I drank my worries away and fell into a deep drunken sleep late that night.

I'll admit I enjoyed it...who doesn't enjoy getting wasted and forgetting their problems every once in a while? After slipping from reality I didn't think much of it, I figured I had studied enough and I would get a passing grade on the exam.

But what ended up happening was my drunkenness and horrid hangover got in the way of my chances. I woke up late and showed up to my retake fifteen minuets late still half drunk and groggy with sleep. Insulted, my Professor kicked me out and I never got the chance to retake it. So I failed my psychology class...the very thing I was there to become a professional in.

To top it off, he reported my drinking issue to the board of directors, since I was only twenty, and not twenty-one, it was illegal for me to drink alcohol. They did not take this lightly, oh no, they revoked my scholarship and kicked me out of my dorm.

So that's how I ended up here: on a bus ride that went from Seattle, Washington (where I had been going to collage) to San Francisco, California; where my parents were. They didn't even know I was on my way, since I moved out, we hardly talked. But it was the only thing I could think of to do. The realization of failure had hit me pretty hard, and I decided it would be best to take a break from school, I was still young anyway.

I got off the bus once it stopped within the Marin Headlands, which is still on the northern side of the Golden Gate Bridge. I had to walk another two blocks to the harbor but it wasn't a long way. I made it to the shore and I was able to pay for a boat ride to where I needed to be.

"So where ya headed lil' Missy?" The older man asked, he looked nice, but the way he referred to me felt insulting.

"Alcatraz." I said with a serious face.