Hooked

Chapter 1

'Aiden, wake up! You're going to be late!', my Mom shouts from the bottom of the stairs. We recently moved from Washington to Las Vegas, Nevada, along with my sister and my dad. My Mom thought it would be good for 'a fresh start'. I haven't found any sense of a ' fresh start ' yet.

I drag myself out of bed and head to the bathroom. I take a piss, wash my face and brush my teeth. 'Oh, jeez, Aiden! Put some clothes on!', my sister, Alyssa yells from her room as I come out of the bathroom. I realised I was only wearing my boxers. 'Ali, calm down', I laughed. She scoffed and walked towards me and shoved me out of the way and went into the bathroom. I laughed at her and went into my room.

Since it was my first day at a new high school, I decided to put a bit of effort into my clothing choices. But two minutes later I got fed up and threw on jeans and a hoodie. I grabbed my school bag and an apple and left.

'Fuck', I said, walking up to school. I had always hated school, it depressed me. Not that I wasn't already depressed,  I had been for 6 years, but it makes me more depressed. I was so lost in thought when someone bumped into me. 'Hey, you're new. Party tonight at Nick's house. 7pm. See you there', a girl said handing me a flyer. I didn't have time to reply or have a proper look at her as she rushed off. I looked at the flyer and saw the address. 'Why the fuck not', I said to myself.

Hours later, the final bell decided to ring. I went to my locker, shoved my books in and left. Today was the worst. The principal introduced me to all the other seniors, which was awful. Everyone's eyes were on me. I felt like they could see everything. Of course it wasn't hard for Alyssa to fit in because she's a sophomore and like 10 new kids were joining with her. But I was a junior alone, in a gym, with like 300 kids staring at me and teachers and the principal beside me. The worst.

After laying in bed, it was 7pm. 'I don't even want to go to this. But. I wanna see how Las Vegas teens party so why not?', I said to myself. I put on my vans and left. The house was huge huge, like massive. I parked my car on the street and walked up the driveway and into the house.

The first thing I was greeted with was smoke. My Mom always told me, 'Never take drugs, and never smoke', so I never did. As I walked around, kids were pointing at me and shouting stuff, like 'fag' 'a new one to torture' 'he's the new kid', and people spitting on me. I found a bathroom and locked myself inside.

'They're drunk, Aiden. They don't mean it', was what I kept repeating to myself. I couldn't take it. I searched through a cabinet and found some spare razor blades. I pulled back my left arm sleeve and began to cut beside where I had cut last night. I can't help it. It helps me release my pain inside. I noticed the blood dripping on the floor. 'Shit', I said and grabbed toilet paper and wiped it up. I grabbed the towel off of the rack and held it on my arm for a few minutes. That's it. I'm going home. I opened the door of the bathroom and was taken aback when there was a girl standing there. 'Jesus, you took long enough', she said sternly. 'Sorry', I mumbled. She squinted her eyes at me, as if trying to read me. 'You know, if you're going to cut, at least let other people pees while you're doing it', she laughed and went into the bathroom. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. 'She can't know' 'This can't be true. No one can know anything'. Anxiety started to clog my mind and I immediately left that house.

The next day I walked into school. After finishing at my locker, I realised I still had 15 minutes until class. I decided to look around the outside of the school, since I didn't know it.

As I was aimlessly walking around when I heard someone. 'Hey!', they shouted. I turned around and saw the girl from last night. 'I seen you last night at the party, but I've never seen you here?', she questioned. 'I'm new', I replied. 'Oh, makes sense', she shrugged. 'So I guess you don't have much friends?', she asked. 'None'. 'Ugh, well I guess I'm your first friend here', she said and looked at her phone. 'Listen', she said pointing to a bench beside a tree. '- Meet me there at lunch', she continued and patted me on the back and walked off. I looked at her walk in disbelief. 'Wow, she seems... Odd, but nice', I thought, walking off.