Introduction:
It's different now, very different. My names Brooke Blue, I'm 14 years old and live in California with my mother Jamie, father Derek, and two little brothers Noah and Brendon. I just got out of Middle School, I'm now in a very... what's the word? Horrible High school? When I hear my high school being said or talked about I think of the cheerleaders being slutty little brats. My life was simple, until I got into this school and involved with the wrong people. That's what leads me to going into this place, this home for girls.
The first part
I put on my Hollister skinny jeans on with my favorite pair of black uggs. I had my favorite pink and white sweater with two gold rings and a black leather jacket. You would think that my outfit was perfect. Yeah it was, but it was perfect to get a guy and become friends with all the wrong people. I wasn't looking to become friends with the wrong people, I simply believed in them. Guess I should have listened to what my mother had always said, "Don't trust no living sole until you have gotten to know them well enough." You know when you don't listen to your parents because you feel like you don't think they know what they're talking about? Well that was my reaction towards my mother. I remember that morning walking towards those big metal doors and rushing towards my locker, ignoring all the laughing and whispering going on when I walked passed. I obviously knew why all that was going on, one person started a name for me. That name would be Brooke. Yes, you're probably thinking, but Brookes your name! Yeah, no crap. I created that name for myself. The name everyone calls me by, slut. How did I get that name? Simple it's a one word answer. Sex. With who? Oh that's simple. My ex boyfriend Brian. To be honest with everyone I thought Brian was the sweetest guy you could ever meet. He held open the doors for me when we would enter a class together, before we started to date and everything. I feel like Brian just needed some attention, and well he got that.
"Brooke wake up! Stop being a lazy piece of shit, its already 12:00 on a Saturday and your still sleeping!" thats all i could hear my mom say to me through all my crying
"Mom do you not realize I'm upset, just leave me be!" I say while my face is pushed in between the pillows. I can hear my mom rumbling through some drawers, all I can hope is that she doesn't find my blades. If she does, well Im dead meat.
"Brooke!! What the hell!" I recognize the voice. Its my cousin Ryan. Why is Ryan yelling at me? Did she hear something about me?
"Yeah?" I reply lifting my head from my pillows and seeing her with my blades in her hand.
"What the hell are you thinking Brooke? You can get seriously hurt with these."
"Ryan just leave them, they keep me safe from my depression and break up with... You know Brian." I can feel the tears forming in my eyes. I tell my self c'mon Brooke hold them in, but its to late. I start to cry even more than I've had before. Why is this so hard to let go? Why is he still in my memory, my heart, even more questionable my mind.
