Lost Souls

Ch1

-Anni POV-

Life sucks, it has for a while now. How I keep living through it is the main concern. Everyday there's a new struggle, something keeping me from getting out of bed on the morning, eating, even speaking.

All the time I sit, stare out my window and wonder: 'What would I be like if I wasn't like this? Like a lost soul?'

These are the thoughts I wake up to one day, one normal day, not different from any other one.

I got up, got dressed, debated on whether or not to eat anything that morning (I decided against it) and picked up the note my mother had oh so lovingly spent her time writing, and threw it in the trash.

My mother had never gotten me, always tried her hardest, but never fully understood why I did what I did. Why I went out for a night, not to come back for two days. Why I had a 4.1 GPA, yet never did my homework. She was always there just lurking, wondering if she was doing anything wrong.

The truth is she didn't, it was me, it was always me.

I had gotten into a fight that was only stopped when the police were involved. I had gotten held back a year in school after being suspended for punching a teacher. I had made dad leave by forcing him to deal with me and 'teach' me how to act like a woman. It was always me.

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By now I had already been at school for over an hour; getting 1st period over and done with. And now I was just waiting in my next class fixing my eyeliner, when a bit so familiar face walked in.

She had what looked like 20 different piercings in her face and ears, but her sleek, dark hair was covering most of her face, so I couldn't see clearly. She wore cargo shorts saging around her lower waist, a black cropped sports jersey (one she most likely cut herself) hanging off one shoulder.

She paused in the center of the class, looked around, stared directly into my eyes, causing me to blush like a maniac, and sat down in the furthest seat from the teacher's desk at the front, and started texting someone on her phone.