Pilot
Dark, rippiling red pooled beneath me. The remaining pencil sharpener lay on the cabinet. Dads tool kit scattered amongest the floor, the screw driver glistening under the moonlight that the window had produced. The sudden tapping at the door startled me "ash? You alright hunny youve been in their a while?" My mum questioned. I scattered into a panic while shoving the blade, the screw driver and the remaining pencil sharpener into a hole i created behind the bath, "dont worry mum im just brushing my teeth!" I implied. Mine and my mum relationship has never been good and i mean far from good.
Im ash im 16 years old and have a horrendous life. The only decent thing in my life is ebony (my girlfriend). Anyways lets not get overwhelmed in that shitty romantic stuff, my mental helath toom a steep drop as soon as I entered sixth form and marlee dumped me, she was an arse hole anyways. Just to add to the problems sixth form had given me my dad has found a new girlfriend who is phsycotic with the worst punishments in god earth "slam you door loose your door" thats her favourite catchphrase the amount of times ive gotten my door taken of the hinges is getting rediculous.
