Saving the Killjoy

Chapter one

I take a random t-shirt out of the bag I've had packed for the last three or so days. I throw it over my head without looking what's printed on the front, grab a random pair of boots, grab my phone and backpack and head out the front door for my last day at school in South Africa. I throw my bag it the back of my dad's car and climb into the passenger seat. Before my dad can even think of starting a conversation I put in my earphones and start listening to MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE, from there on the day just goes on like I'm on autopilot.

I finish writing my exam with half an hour spare and sit thinking about the move. After the teacher takes in the exam papers I wait for the signal that we can get our bags and leave. I get my bag and walk out the hall. I watch as the people I called friends talk to the people seemingly more important about what they plan on doing over the holiday. I walk past them all like a ghost and say my silent goodbyes seeing as they don't care enough to come and say goodbye to me themselves.

As I walk to my dad's car I put in my earphones and play THREE DAYS GRACE attempting to push away the betrayal I feel. Once we reach home I go to my room to see that there's nothing there anymore. I sigh and walk to the kitchen. I open the top cupboard to see there are no glasses. Sighing I close the cupboard and decide the better option is just to go sit on the wall. It's not like the movers packed the wall like the rest of this stupid house. The next thing I physically register other than my music is my mom tapping me on the shoulder.

"Yeah?" I ask taking out one of my earphones.

"It's time to leave, the flight leaves soon." She says.

With a heavy heart I jump down from the wall and grab my suitcase and guitar. The rest of the day I don't register anything as I get lost in my thoughts. The next day we arrive in England, our new home.

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Three days. Three days of drowning in my music. Three days of not saying word to anyone. Three days since the flight. Three days since I got a text from any of my friends.

I've had no motivation to do anything but lay in bed. My mom says I'm just being lazy but it's the depression, it's taken over now that I know for sure no one cares. I've tried reading; I ended up throwing my book out the window. I tried playing guitar; I broke a string messing around with bending. I tried drawing; all I was able to create was a black blob. I tried writing; I was watching the black screen waiting for words to appear for about two hours.

Now I've given up and I'm watching the ceiling listening to the playlist I created which mainly consists of MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE, BLACK VEIL BRIDES and THREE DAYS GRACE; it's basically my attempt to keep the promise I made my cousin to not cut for the first month here.

Boredom is killing me.

After staring at my phone for what felt like forever but was probably only an hour I decide to give my friends the benefit of the doubt and text them myself.

---Two hours later---

I've come to the conclusion that I have crap friends. I texted the people who I thought would still be my friend despite the distance, yeah bad idea, I now can tell you I have no friends left. None. Nothing. Nada. Zilch.

Why are teenagers so crappy? Ugh. I hate being at this stage in my life. It's so frustrating.

I'm starting to think this is what my life has come to. I shouldn't have trusted them all like that. The only way to stop this from happening again is to never let anyone in again. Build up walls no one's willing to climb or break. If becoming the loner at the back of the class is what keeps me from feeling like this again then so be it. So this is it now.