I sigh as I switch off my alarm.
'It's a new day. New beginnings.' I try to muster a smile but it comes out as a grimace.
I mean who am I kidding? This boring, dull, lonely and torturous environment has been my life for the past 8 months.
But I still had hope. A small hope, things might get better. Because without that hope, I might as well already be dead.
I walk downstairs to find it empty.
Not a surprise there at all. My parents are never home.
Mom is a famous designer and Dad is a lawyer.
It's only me and my maid, Rose, in a humongous house of 7 rooms.
My parents turn up once or twice a month and pretend to care about how I'm doing and then they're gone. Again. Without a notice.
Things were so much better when my brother was still here. But he left me too. Forever. And to this day I'm still blamed for his death.
I'm used to this loneliness though.
The only people I've spoken to in the past few months are the waiters at Starbucks when I give my order, my teachers at school, Rose, and my therapist, Linda.
I walk into the kitchen and sit at the breakfast counter.
"Good morning Sam." Rose greets me kindly.
"Morning Rose." I give her a small smile.
"How are you feeling today?" She asks me giving me a sympathetic smile.
What is sympathy?
Sympathy is a feeling of being sorry for someone.
It's the look I loathe the most.
"I'm fine Rose. I really am." I force back a smile.
She places a plate of pancakes in front of me dripping with chocolate sauce and maple syrup.
I swipe my tongue over my lips before digging into it.
I moan as I take a bite. "This is amazing Rose!"
Rose laughs looking at my face. "Thank you dear."
I quickly put my plate in the dishwasher and run up the stairs to take a shower and get ready for school.
I turn on the shower and adjust the heat. The scalding hot water relaxes my muscles and I let out a sigh. I squeeze my lily flavoured shampoo and start washing my long curly hair.
I wrap my red fluffy towel around my body and step into my room.
I look at myself in the mirror. I have my father's curly hair and my mother's gray eyes. Once filled with light, now they're just empty and lifeless eyes. I'm tall like my dad. I have a slightly toned body with all the working out I do. It's how I deal with my anger and frustration.
I don't really care about how I look. So I just grab a pair of ripped jeans and my Imagine Dragons T-shirt. I put on my leather boots that I always wear and head out to my Audi.