The bad boy taught me how to live

I ran up the stairs and slammed the door shut, then dropped onto my bed and stared at the ceiling. I tried Blocking out everything, the sounds, the voices, the yelling. For a moment it was completely silent, all i could hear was myself think. But then it all came back. Everyday seemed the same, as if it was night time and nightmares, and the morning never came. It seemed like nothing could get me out, it was a programmed routine.

This is the first chapter of my story. This is the first one I've written. I hope you all like it. Please leave feedback, and if you like it ill do a chapter 2. * NO STEALING MY IDEAS OR COPYING IT*