Kay, new story. I will nearly definitely continue this one. Mainly just wanted to get something up before Christmas. Saying that, the next update wont be up till well after Crimbo!
This Chapter is mainly a way of kicking the story off the ground, so it will be kinda boring
Don't be pissed by the start, if it sounds a bit... you know. I just find stuff like angst a lot easier to write about.
Song: It's All Over by Three Days Grace.
Life Sucks! I'm sorry, but it does. Not the most cheery note to start a story on, but I needed to put it in there somewhere. Not everyone's, oh no, some are great. Some people go through their whole life's without the slightest hint of bleakness. Others make their life's go a little bit more smoothly by hurting other people.
Then there are people like me. People whose life's don't actually suck that bad, but they let themselves think it does. This, dear listener, is a disease called depression. Many people around the world suffer from depression, and I, unfortunately, have one of the earliest stages of it. The highest stage being what you asshole's label 'emo'. Even 'emo's' (god I hate labelling people) don't have it too bad. Think about many of the Southern World countries and regions. Think they have it better than you? The answer is clearly no. Dictatorship and debt have crippled their economies and some people, including myself, have the nerve to say that they're life sucks! Well, no, it doesn't.
Well, anyway, lets proceed with the story...
"I really should be doing my homework" The thought went through my head solemnly as I rolled onto my stomach. I was lying on my bed, in my small box of a bedroom. Well, it would be a box, if we hadn't had a wardrobe fitted in the right corner. From top view it looked like a wonky right angle. I sat up and stretched. It was 8.00 in the afternoon and my dinner was well digested. I got up and situated myself in front of the computer screen at the end of my bed. The monitor blinked into existence as I sat down on the small fold out chair. It took a while for it to start up and when it finally did, it depicted a group of five, all standing arm in arm and laughing. The two at the back were my parents, while I was the one in the front, albeit at seven or eight. Behind me was my brother and beside him was...
"Sis, why'd you have to go?" I sobbed, gently stroking the computerized image of my dead sister. It has been seven or eight years since the incident and I've mostly gotten over it, but the pain is still there. I lowered my hand my hand onto the mouse and opened up Google. I was searching random stuff while listening to music off of YouTube (you know you do it too). I found myself listening to Disturbed, Three Days Grace and Billy Talent a lot lately but I didn't think much of it, they're all great bands.
"Electrike, trike!" The small electric dog Pokemon shuffled through the open doorway, his spiked tail wagging slightly. He bounded onto the bed next to me and settled down, his head on his paws. Raijú (what, I know my Japanese lore) had been one of my only few real friends in my whole life, and I've only had him for about two years. I scratched him behind the ear and he rubbed his crest shaped head against my palm, causing it to tingle. I turned my attention back to the monitor. On it was a map of Pokéarth, stretching from the urban area of Rustboro in Hoenn all the way to the quainter Haruba village in Almia. There, off the coast of Kanto and, surprisingly, close to Sinnoh was Kin island or, as it was more commonly known as, three island.
I stared at the map blankly for a few more seconds before shutting the computer down. "We'll get there eventually mate" I sighed, getting up. Ray let out a Trike of agreement. I glanced at my watch; it was only 9.30. I yawned. "Time for an early night" I thought. I had nothing better to do, and I really wasn't in the mood for doing my homework. I got undressed quickly and brushed my teeth before splashing my face with cold water a few times. I don't know why but, for some reason, it helps me sleep. I stared up into the overhead mirror of the landing bathroom, scrutinizing my every feature.
I wasn't really your average teenager of 15 that lives in the Sevii islands. I was of average height with pale blue eyes and covered with millions of freckles. I mean millions! They covered my face, my arms and my legs, and I was lucky that they didn't cover any other part of me. The main thing that made me different was my hair. The back flows freely down to the base of my neck in a mullet'ish sort of way while the fringe nearly hangs down over my eyes. The crown is generally messy and untidy and has been commonly referred to as a bird's nest. I never spiked it up, which is the 'cool' thing to do, and I've been trying to grow it longer, but my mam literally drags me kicking and screaming to get it cut.
I held my fringe up to get a good view of my forehead. Pimples had started to set in and they'd nearly covered my hairline, while blackheads had found their way onto my nose. My mam says it's because of the sweat from my hair, but I think it's more from stress.
I turned off the lights and got into bed quietly. Ray, curled in a ball at the bottom of my bed, was already fast asleep, and wouldn't be awoken as I got in, even if I tried. I was nearly asleep when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I lazily cracked an eyelid open. It was my mother, coming to check in on me. She did this every night. I was turned the other way, facing the wall. She probably thought I was conked out as she walked out and got into bed herself. Minutes later I heard choked sobs escaping from her room. She was crying again.
As she does every night,
About the same thing,
Over and over,
Sis.
"Ben? Ben? Time to get up." My mam called from downstairs.
"Mmph?" I replied, slightly muffled, mainly because half of my pillow was stuffed down my throat. I pushed the quilt off me and sat up. Ray wasn't there, probably downstairs, stuffing his face. I got up groggily, nearly falling over in the process.
God, I feel like shit. First thought of the day, perfect. I have a theory. The first thing that goes through your head will affect how your day plans out. To combat that, I have another theory. The way you think about yourself, the world and those around you will affect your mood. It always depends on what mood I'm in. If I'm in a bad mood, the first theory, a good mood and its the second theory. So essentially, I could be having a shit day, but be in a good mood. Not that I'm in a good mood that often anyway.
I urged my self out of my room and down the stairs. It was through sheer willpower that I didn't run back up to my room and throw myself back into bed. I poured myself a bowl of Honey Nut Loops and a glass of orange juice, before sitting down at my favourite part of our brown leather sofa, in front of the T.V. My mam, Bernie, was sitting next to me staring blankly at the television. Her eyes were puffy and red, but only slightly. A few hours of sleep had almost cured it of that. I turned my attention back to the T.V. Some morning show was playing. The presenters, one woman and one man, were talking about the winner of The Apprentice!
Now living in the Sevii islands, you get a mixture of T.V channels from both the Hoenn region and the Kanto region. Along with a mixture of products from the Kanto and Hoenn region. Being a small island(s) nation kind of sucks sometimes.
"Hurry up and finish your breakfast, the lads will be calling for ya soon." My mam murmured, hardly blinking.
"Soon?" I burst, my mouth half full with the little hoop things "I've only woken up, and they don't call for me for another hour. And that's still too bloody soon"
"Well, go up and have a wash then" she replied, still in her trance like state. I sighed. She was getting more and more out of it every day. I trudged up the stairs, Ray joining me soon after I got undressed. He had been playing with our family's Meowth, Pheobe. Those two got on surprisingly well, all things considered. I had a nice long... shower, making sure to dry myself thoroughly. I put on some music before quickly getting dressed. The lead singer belted out the lyrics with enough force to be heard on the other side of the island. My mam doesn't care anymore, and I certainly don't care. I couldn't give a shit about what the neighbours thought.
Your bottles' almost empty
You know this can't go on
Because of you my mind is always racing
The needles' breaking your skin
The scar is sinking in
And now your trip begins but
It's all over for
It's all over for
Ray was idly grooming himself. He didn't mind the music either. In fact, he kind of liked it, occasionally yapping along with the lyrics. I checked my watch; it was 8.10. I had another 20 minutes or so, so I decided I might aswell do my homework. I pulled out my books and started with... ugh, French. Hardly anyone speaks French near here, with the exception of the small group of French living in Hearthome.
You
For you
When you're on the edge and falling off
It's all over for you
For you
When you're on the edge and falling off
It's all over
I know what runs through your blood
You do this all in vain
Because of you my mind is always racing
And it gets under my skin
To see you giving it
And now your trip begins but
It's all over for
It's all over for
"Dieu, je déteste les Français" I murmured darkly. Literally translated it means: God, I hate French. I hurried myself with that small bit of homework so I could be done with quickly. Ray had finished washing himself and was waiting patiently at my feet.
You
For you
When you're on the edge and falling off
It's all over for you
For you
When you're on the edge and falling off
It's all over
And now you're dead inside
Still you wonder why
It's all over
And now you're dead inside
Still you wonder why
It's all over
The song had finished a while ago, but the words still rang clearly in my head, distracting me slightly from my work. Finishing French, I took a stab at my History homework. I had barely laid my pencil against the page when a clear ding reverberated through the house. French must have taken longer than I thought. I stared blankly at the page before stuffing it and my books into my bag. "I'll get it done before Reg." I whispered before heading down the stairs and throwing my jacket on. I yanked the door open and stepped out into the brisk morning air. The weather here is normally tropical, a trait we share with our Orange Archipelago brothers to the south, but it being December, it was bordering on a cool 17 degrees. Two people were waiting in the porch. I liked to call them my 'sub-friends,' as I don't really have much in common with them. Ray scurried out the door before I closed it.
"So, you finish your homework?" Jamie asked. He was small for his age, being a head smaller than I am. His hair was spiked up (Arrgh) and his features were plain enough. I turned and stared at him darkly.
And now you're dead inside
Still you wonder why
When you're on the edge and falling off
It's all over for (You, for you)
And now you're dead inside
Still you wonder why
When you're on the edge and falling off
It's all over for (You, for you)
And now you're dead inside
Still you wonder why
It's all over
"Oh Boy!"
Next Up: School.
R&R please.
