Rollercoaster
Chapter 1
Ugh. As usual I am woken up to the familiar sound of crashing around in the kitchen. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes makes me retch slightly. I look at my MCR clock on the crumbling, mouldy wall. The black wallpaper's peeling off at an incredible rate, leaving the stone wall now bare, giving the room a gothic, yet, cold look. 6:30 a.m. Dad's been out again last night and just come home. Earlier than usual. Sometimes I wish he wouldn't come home at all...
I lazily flop out of bed and shuffle over to the moth-bitten wardrobe. I search around for my usual outfit: My Chemical Romance tee, black skinny jeans and black converse. I make my way over to the smashed mirror on the ground. I carefully pick up the largest piece and sit on my mattress-for-a-bed. Dear Lord, am I really that ugly without make - up? The kids in school were right... I shove on some eyeliner and slowly draw the X'es across my olive green eyes(the way Frank would...) I scrape back my dark brown shoulder length hair into a high pony. There, that's better.
I lazily flop out of bed and shuffle over to the moth-bitten wardrobe. I search around for my usual outfit: My Chemical Romance tee, black skinny jeans and black converse. I make my way over to the smashed mirror on the ground. I carefully pick up the largest piece and sit on my mattress-for-a-bed. Dear Lord, am I really that ugly without make - up? The kids in school were right... I shove on some eyeliner and slowly draw the X'es across my olive green eyes(the way Frank would...) I scrape back my dark brown shoulder length hair into a high pony. There, that's better.