I sit in my room listening to all the commotion going on downstairs. Mum and Dad are fighting, Elodie is doing whatever shit Elodie has gotten herself into and Toby and I are sitting in my room throwing a ball around. Just the usual. I reach for the small, half-full vodka bottle under my pillow and chug the whole thing. Yes, I’m 16. I’ve had a pretty messed up life as it is. At age 5, Elodie and I got sent to an abusive foster home after our mum and dad were “falsely” arrested for use of drugs and human trafficking. I don’t belive a word they say. At age 10, Mum got pregnant with our baby sister, little Leya died in an accident with a stove at age 3. Most recently, my best friend died from Cancer, just last year. As a result, from all of these horrific events, I have been diagnosed with Depression. Delightful isn’t it. Most of the time I wish I was dead. Just to leave the trauma in the past. Schools also been pretty shit. There’s a rumour going around saying that I was the one who killed my little sister. The rumour was started by Elodie herself. A cry for attention I called it. The rumour started 2 years ago, Elodie has changed since then. She’s an amazing person.  So that’s what brings us here, why would Elodie be so mad at me. She’s all I have left. Sorry Toby, one of the things I have left. I drop the vodka bottle beside my bed. Suddenly my phone begins to ring, it’s Elodie. She’s crying.

‘Elodie! You, okay?’

‘Storm…I…- ‘

‘Is everything okay?!’ I begin to panic.

‘I’ve got to go…. bye.’

She hangs up on me. I lay there, my phone still to my ear. I can’t call for Mum she’s fucking useless, and Dad wouldn’t give one fuck. I’m on my own. I try to get up. Well actully that’s a lie. I don’t try. I have no motivation. Absolutely none. Even when my sister is in trouble I can’t even get out of fucking bed. Fucking useless I am. I grab another bottle of vodka from under my pillow and chug the whole thing. The alcohol rushes through my veins and gives me the sudden rush of energy. What can I say, I’m a light weight. I jump out of bed and change into some black, wide leg, ripped jeans with a plain white shirt and a dark green hoodie. I grab my phone, spare bottle of vodka and run outside to hop on my motorbike. Oh yea, forgot to tell you. I own a motorbike.

As I ride down the road it begins to piss down rain. I pull up at a nearby bus stop. There’s a woman wearing a black hoodie with her head down. I can see the blonde hair down her shoulders. The woman sounds like she’s crying. I try to ignore her but her voice sounds…broken. Like me, Destroyed. With no hope left in life. I walk up to the girl and sit next to her. She pulls down her hoodie and looks up at me. I almost don’t recognise her face. But those green eyes. I feel my eyes tearing up. I hug her. It’s the longest hug I’ve ever had. I’m not a hugger. We end the hug, and those beautiful green eyes look back at mine. Except my eyes, mine are scanning her lips. Her beautiful, soft, cherry lips. I look back at her eyes and wipe the run mascara from her face with my thumb. “Cydney?” I whisper.

She looks at the ground, “I’ve got to go.” She puts her hoodie back on and walks off. I jump up, “Cydney wait!”. But she doesn’t. She just walks off. I don’t run after her. I want too but…but…I don’t know why I didn’t. I’m such a fucking dick head. I slam my foot against the metal bus stop pole and scream. I’ve got Elodie angry at me and Cydney is ignoring me. What the fuck did I do wrong this time. I get up and walk back over to my motorcycle. Fuck. Low on fuel. I chuck my helmet on and rev the engine. The motorbike speeds ahead. I hold down the excelerator, unleashing all my anger. Then I see something a black figure. The speedometer is getting higher and higher. The image is getting clearer and clearer. No. It can’t be. Troy? It’s him. Getting closer and closer, my bike getting faster and faster. When I’m metres away I slam on the break. Then my head hits the ground. Followed by a loud, screeching, high pitched noise ringing through my ears. Then that’s when I realised. Troy died from cancer. 1 year ago.