I started on a new fanfiction a while back and decided now would be a great time to post the prologue. Bear with me, Caesar might be a bit OOC but there is a reason for it. Hope you enjoy this new story.

"I can't wait to go home."

I twirled a small strand of my white hair in my finger. White. It's a word that describes my life right now. I can't get enough of white. It has consumed me the past few months and yet I haven't done anything to stop myself from craving it.

I turned to face my best friend Brutus who was asleep at his desk. He usually stayed up at night to do all his homework and was the smartest person I knew. He's been my friend since kindergarten but even he doesn't know my deepest secret. He would probably push me away if he knew about it.

What does white have to do with Brutus not knowing about my deepest darkest secret? It wouldn't be any fun to just say it now. I have to wait until I get home to drown in it.

And that's why I'm stuck in class, watching Brutus sleep and my boring ass history teacher, Charlemagne, try to impress the girls.

I rested my face in my hand, trying so hard not to fall asleep. The class usually goes by slower this way, but it couldn't be helped. It was worth it after all, when I get home I'll feel the bliss.

Later

"Caesar. You ready to go home?"

Brutus looked at me as he yawned. It was rare to find him awake in the last class of the day so, I usually took notes for him. My writing has actually gone to shit lately so, I wonder how he was able to read such gibberish.

"Yeah let's go home." I flashed my friend a smile. Thank goodness it was time to go home. It was time to feel alive and enjoy myself.

"Alright Caesar. Oh by the way how is your senior portfolio coming along?"

Fuck I didn't think of that. We just started our senior year. I didn't even realize that so much time had passed since our first day of freshman year. I don't know what to write my project about for the most part. But it doesn't surprise me that Brutus already started writing. I kind of wish I was like him, but I could never be that nice. I admit I've taken him for granted. Such as doing my homework or taking my notes. But it was okay because, I took notes for him whenever he didn't go to class.

"I have started researching." I smiled and ruffled his hair.

Eventually I got home.

I waved Brutus off and went into my house. I usually hugged my younger twin siblings, Bianchi and Nel, when I got home, so that's what I did. They wanted me to bake a cake with them again today, but that wasn't the candy I was interested in right now.

I quickly went into my room and locked the door. I went into the bathroom and began to clean off the table top of the sink. Ahh this was much better. I took out a small bag that I usually hid inside a drawer. It had the white that I was craving so much. I got some of the powder and laid it in lines on the table top. Then I got a small tube and began to snort the powder.

Oh my. This was when the best part would hit. I would get a rush of adrenaline and my heart would begin to beat fast. It's hard to remember when I started snorting but, it sure has been a hell of a ride. It's my only salvation to getting out of this hell of a home. My father died fighting in the army, and my mother is in a mental institution. It's only me, my young siblings, and my older brother Lancelot.

Lancelot isn't really a brother to me though. He hates my mother. He believes she's faking her illness just so she can get away from taking care of us. I honestly believe that my dad's death just fucked her up. This wasn't the nicest situation. But hey I had Brutus and I had cocaine. My only best friends.