Crystal Roses [On Hold]

Chapter 1

I will warn you now that this story will be very sad, alright?  

It has a good amount of happy moments, but other than that it will be sad...  

Also, the songs on almost every chapter will be a bit sad as well to relate to the story, and most of them won't relate to the CHAPTER, but the story itself.  

Just a heads up : )

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Chapter One

Alarm clocks are an invention of pure evil. They wake you up when you're dreaming of dreams that make you want to never wake up. But isn't that entire reason for alarms? They remind you to do something, and in my case; it is to wake me up.  

My hand slamming onto the alarm was what stopped its shrill beeping. Groaning, I open my tired eyes and sigh. Another day where I have to endure daylight hours with only four hours of sleep. I am used to it, though; I've been this way ever since the day I ran away from home.  

My adoptive parents are the reason why I left. Ever since my parents died, my uncle searched everywhere for anyone willing to take me in -- he found none. It's not that he didn't want to care for me himself -- he just didn't have the money for it. And so he searched, until the day came when his co-worker married a woman. My uncle -- so keen on giving me a family -- offered him a million dollars in order to adopt me. I had been thirteen years old at the time, so I was smart enough to know that he had just offered them his entire savings account. Gladly the newly weds accepted, but when the time came for them to care for me; they were angry my uncle's bribery. They didn't want to have to care for a child.  

They spend the money on themselves, and they abused me to no end. They paid for my education -- only so they were rid of me for the day. They constantly brought their friends home to get drunk, but that was the only time they drank. They complained to their drunk friends how they were forced to adopt me, and then they would let their friends beat me as well.  

It was when I was 14, that I realized I couldn't trust anyone. After my uncle died, I met a boy at school named Michael. He was sweet, he cared for me. He was my first boyfriend, my first kiss, but I never gave myself to him fully. He was the only only one I told about my parents, and he was there for me. I was in love with him.  

But when he cheated, when he lied, and when he abused me as well; I realized not only could I trust no one, but also that I never loved him. It hurt, but I never loved him. He had been only my safe rock -- until he back-stabbed me.  

And so, a year had gone by. I made no friends, trusted no person and all the while, my parents and their friends abused me until I was black and blue.  

And so, on my 15th birthday; I ran away.

I ran away from the blood and the beatings, the hurt and the betrayal, I ran all the way to Canada.  

I've built my life here in Cambridge. A life I don't like, but one I must deal with. I cannot say I miss my adoptive parents, because that would be a lie.  

I am currently twenty years old, living in an apartment, and working multiple jobs.  

I have no friends; friends are baggage. They waste your time with pitiful complaints and only hurt you in the end.

I drag myself out of the cheap, creaking bed and head into the bathroom to do my morning routine. After finishing my shower, I pull on a pair of jeans and a simple shirt before heading outside to go to my morning job. On my way there, I stop at a Tim Hortons for breakfast and coffee before going inside Wendy's.