Fucked up (1D)

The 17 year old Mary Jane Moore, lives a normal life - until on her 17th birthday, where her loving parents tragically dies in a car accident. The young man behind the opposing car survives - but he is no ordinary boy. What will happen when Mary Jane is forced to meet the "killer" of her parents? And what will happen to her after her parents death?

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3. Forgotten

I opened my eyes. The cold had spread, even to under the blanket. Of course I was lying on the floor. What happened last night? I stood up, careful not to trip, and looked around the apartment. The big windows facing big ben, were dirty, but the light was still traveling through, and reflecting on the white leather couches in the middle of the room. The floor was filled with old newspapers and books, and you could clearly see where I'd been walking. The kitchen was messy, but you could see the pearly-white counters underneath the mess of old fryingpans, plates and cutlery. I walked out of the kitchen careful not to step on something sharp... like knives... or metal... or bits and pieces of old bottles - the white walls were also totally crashed - couldn't understand why. Ouch! My head was aching really bad, and i could feel my body almost buzzing; like after a really great high of drugs. Wait, drugs? I sat down on my knees and looked around on the light hardwood floors. The white powder was all over the floor - anyone could've easily mistaken it for dust, but I knew better. I walked over to the seating area - again careful not to step on something, and not to trip over anything - and sat down, kinda violently, while I slouched, trying to remember what'd happened. Drugs, alchohol, pain. I distinctly remembered tears. A lot of them. I trailed my fingers across the leather, across the drips of water. Great. So many that the couch had actually been stained. I grit my teeth, while I was thinking what my parents wouldn't say when the got home? I quickly stood up, leaning against the couch, while I went for the bathroom to clean myself up. I went down the narrow hallway, and into the big white bathroom, and straight for the shower. I turned on the faucet, and walked straight in there, with clothes. My heart was pounding, but why, I didn't know. I looked up into the ceiling, and let the water pour down over my face, my body, and maybe even my soul - trying to rinse out whatever the clenched feeling in my stomach was - anyway, it wasn't pleasant. I slowly started to remove my sticky clothing - one piece at the time. After i was fully undressed, I started rinsing my face. Even though it hurt, I continued. My heart was really racing now, but I didn't mind it. SLAM! My body had hit the ground, and everything went black.

 

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