1. Chapter 1
One, two, three, four, five. Breathe in....breathe out. I can't move it's like I have an anchor on me weighing me down. I'm having one of my episodes again, my mum still says to me "Honey it's a phase... you're just going through one of those teenage moments where you're trying to find yourself." If something like this is a 'phase' why does it feel like I'm dying? How the fuck do I tell my friends that sometimes I feel like I'm drowning emotionally and physically?
The rest of my family... damn I love their reactions the most to my 'phase'. My dad says, well that's the problem he doesn't my dear father hates every aspect of me. From my bright, crimson hair to my shitty attitude towards everyone. Well you see he calls my attitude inappropriate and not needed while I call it a way to give dickheads a wake up call. My perfect brother's reaction is" Why can't you be fucking normal you freak?" My response is always "No can do bro my life motto is life is boring let's make heads roll!" Everyone elses reaction is along the same lines as my mum, dad and brother.
As I'm lying there on my bed I look around my room, it's a black room with your standard bedroom furniture. Nothing interesting, nothing new that's how my parents like things plain and mediocre. They like their lives problem free and they'll tell that to anyone who would just about listen. Well jokes on them because whenever I'm around you know that shit's about to go down. While I'm having these thought I hear an ear piercing shriek that can only be described as my lovely mother's voice demanding for me to come downstairs. You would think that the way she acted in public she would act like that at home. Wrong when she is out of the public's eyes the demon within that she suppress is out and ready to start bitching.