I'll Be There

I looked at myself in the mirror, running my fingers through my hair to poof it out. I brought my bangs down at a striking angle, my head re-dyed a perfect black. I smiled at myself satisfied, throwing up my devil horns and making a face. I could’ve passed as a perfect chick Nikki Sixx. There was a knock on my door. “What?” I asked. Immediately the insults and screaming began. I groaned and shoved The Heroin Diaries book under my pillow (which I had paid for) and got the door. More insults soon followed as my mother noticed my new haircut and messy spikes. I rolled my eyes and reluctantly held back a string of insults that would get me in even more trouble. When she was satisfied that she had screamed at me enough and grounded me for the rest of my life she finally left. I locked the door behind her and fell onto my bed, exhausted. Without looking I reached under my pillow, the first thing I grabbed however wasn’t my book; it was a spoon. I held onto it and pulled the book out, flipping to the date where I had left off. When I fell asleep much later the spoon was in the trash can.