It's Life.

Chapter 1

Sometimes, life is so surreal. I don't understand why I am me. Why do I have the personality I have? More importantly, what did I do to deserve the life I have been given?

Do you ever get those days where you feel really happy and upbeat? Days where you feel better than usual? Well, I don't. My life seems to be all downhill. Every time I think I hit rock bottom, the floor opens up beneath me and swallows me whole. Will I have to deal with this pain for the rest of my life?

...

I groan as I hear my alarm going off. Yet again, I didn't sleep much. My thoughts kept me awake as usual. I throw the covers off and immediately regret it. It is way too cold. I bet my father forgot to pay the bill again, or he just doesn't have any money left. Or both, you could never know with him. 

I walk down the creaky hallway to the bathroom. I shower and brush my teeth. I haven't looked in the mirror yet. I don't like to see the thing that looks back at me. It's a poor version of myself, a hollow shell. I glance at the mirror anyways, knowing I am not going to like this. 

Hideous
Ugly
Disgusting
Pathetic
Why did you even bother looking?

I ignore these immediate thoughts with the best of my ability. I brush my long brown hair in an attempt to control it. The brush gets stuck several times before I'm finally able to pull it through. My blue eyes are so hollow no light or joy left in them at all, as if all the life has left them. I touch the area underneath my eyes. The skin beneath my fingers has grown so dark. 

Ghost

I finally tear my gaze away from the mirror and head back to my room. I poke my head into my brother's room to see if he's still sleeping. He is, so I go inside to wake him up. 

"Hey, little brother it's time to wake up." 

The only response I get is a little groan. That's good enough for me, at least Nick's awake. 

WHAM

Oh no, no, no, no. Why is he up already? How is he up already? I run out of my brother's room and lock it behind me. I hurry up and run back to my room. I close the door and lock it. I hurry and put on a black shirt and black, ripped jeans.

Those jeans make you look fat. Why are you always wearing black are you trying to be Gothic? You're basically asking to be picked on at school. 

I grab my book bag and put on my sneakers. I grab a sweatshirt since it's starting to get cold again. 

Another black article of clothing? Don't you have any other color clothing?

I walk across my room to the window and open it. I climb out and jump out of our one level house. I shut the window behind me and go over to my brother's window. I open it from the outside and jump into his room. He's still not out of bed, so I pick up his covers and say, "You're gonna be late for school if you don't get up now."

This motivates him enough to drag himself out of bed. He goes into his closet to quickly change. Soon enough we're both ready to leave. We jump out the window and walk over to the bus stop. 

I hear a yell coming from the house.

"CHARITY!!!" my father yells, "WHERE ARE YOU?" Emphasizing every syllable.

I hide behind a bush, and drag my brother with me. I don't want to face him ever again while he's drunk. It's seven in the morning and he's already gone. I wonder if he even came home last night. He probably stayed at some bar all night and showed up back home recently. At this point, who knows, he could have even gotten drunk this morning already.