Have you ever wished you could just get away from it all? The stress, the pain, the noise, the depression? Ever wish it would just disappear and you'd be normal like everyone else? Well, welcome to my world. That is me, everyday. Sometimes I just want to die! True, that might be to deep for the younger generation, but hey, sue me for being honest. See, my name is Nyla Marie Adams, and this is my story.

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Today was my seventeenth birthday, and here I was stuck in my room, oh Im sorry, attic, hearing sex noises, like what the hell. But its not like my mom cares anyway, she shags a different guy everday, she says she fluid. But she never really was a mother to me, just a highschool mistake. I just sat at my one window and took a smoke, I've been addicted since I was fourteen. It helps my stress levels, and it helps me not think about tomorrow bit it helps me let go for a little bit, helps me be free.

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I woke up, looking at my clock seeing it was five-thirty. So I got up, took a shower and got dressed then headed downstairs. My nose scrunched to the sour smell of booze as i made my way to the kitchen. Luckily the bitch wasn't awake yet so I was able to eat and go. I left out and walked to school when I heard my name being called. I turned around to see my bestfriend Shannon running up to me. I smiled as she caught up, "Hey stranger." I chuckled, "Howdy partner." She smiles. Shannon is my rock, my foundation. She helps me through hard times. She's even tried to help me conquer my addiction, but I couldnt part with it. She also cant pull me out of the dark pit of depression, nobody can.

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Notes

Hey my Kawaii Potatoes, I hope you enjoy this story. Sorry that its short I just wanted to hurry and get it started.

~Nicole