Chapter 1 beginning
The gravel crunched as I walked. The rain was soaking my clothes but I didn't mind. There were a few things I could hear of course the rain, maybe the occasional booming thunder in the distance. My breath as well I could also see it because it's cold, every one's in awhile I could here bottles that were in my bag. And the noise louder than my breath, the FUCKING ringing in my ear it is all ways there. Besides when i'm sleeping so that's not to bad but for 12 hours, or so I hear that fucking ringing. It's driving me crazy there's not alot that helps with it, music kinda helps me for get about it. I all way had ear problems since the day I was born, I had ear infections and shit like that. As I kept walking I though about today and my past, like the things that are wrong with me, witch is alot. But some times I don't want to do this but it happens, ain't I just special. I kepted going until I could see my hideout. It's more like a tree house but it nice it is my get away. I grab the rope hanging from the tree and pulled. A ladder came un folding I climb it to get in and chill. Or have a mental breakdown what ever is cool that day with me.
I get in my t-house it really spacious. I have all the essentials like a tv, internet, a couch, a bed, a fridge, a microwave and more. My own little home, my mom and dad built it for me when I was little. I looked at my self in the mirror I have the first thing to catch my eye is the bags underneath my eyes, there dark blue all most black or purple. I see the red hair covering my left eye, I have my trustee black beanie. I look at my body in the mirror I have some muscles starting to appear because I am exercising again. And my Sandy's Donuts t-shirt it's gry, over it is my red flannel, my jeans with rips on my legs these are my favorite jeans. I run and jumped on to the couch, I turn on the tv to watch some YouTube. I remember what I have in my bag and open it, I pull out 3 bottles of Peach Smirnoff that I stoled. I may not be 21 but I will still in joy my life. I am 17 but I don't give a shit, me being 5 year close to being 21 is making me want to drink a lot more. And a lot is making me drink school, my mental health and the stuiped ringing in my ear. I start to think about bad shit like how, much of an ass I am and other depressing things. I feel my self starting to have an anxiety attack, I grab one of the bottles and crack it open. And fucking drink all most half of the bottle. I feel my self calm down just abit, it helps me because.
I stop thinking
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Hope you liked this and sorry if it's slow.
