(Sorry, this is like the prologue. Short, yes. Sorry.)

I sighed, taking another drag from my cigarette. The sweet Nicotine filled my torso. The sound of Bring Me the Horizon filed into my eyes, promising deafness. Thoughts of what happened earlier wouldn't escape my mind.

"Melanie, I have to tell you something," My boyfriend said when I stopped my swing.

"What is it, Tyler?" I asked, reaching for a cigarette.

"I like Holly."

"Yeah so?" I lit the cancer stick. "Everyone likes that whore."

"No, I'm breaking up with you to be with her."

Wait, what was I hearing? The boy I was absolutely crazy about was leaving me to be with our worst enemy. I sucked on the cigarette, trying to think straight. What the hell was going on? I got off my swing and walked toward the brick building in front of us. I needed to think away from Tyler. Why didn't I bring my Mp3?

"Melanie, I'm…"

"Don't say you're sorry!" I screamed, covering my ears and sliding down against the wall onto my butt.

A couple tears rolled down my cheeks. Why was I crying over this loser? He didn't deserve my tears. I wiped them away and stood. I ignored Tyler's words, voice as I walked away. Screw him and Holly Hollister. Letting my pink bangs fall over my eyes, I took another puff of cigarette. My brain was bouncing off the walls of my head.

Think straight, Mel. I mentally told myself. The cell phone in my jacket went off. I pulled it out of my pocket and answered it without looking at the caller I.D.

"Hello?" The "Hello", was obviously a stressed "Hello".

"Mel, are you okay?" Yes! It was Tanner, my best guy friend.

"No."

"Come over and we'll talk."

I sighed. "Not right now. I'm not in the mood."

There was a pause. I sucked on the cigarette.

"I'll call you later," I said, blowing the smoke out.

"Yeah. Sure. Okay."

"See ya." I hung up before he could say the same. All I wanted to do at the moment was go home and be embraced by my music.

My mother was drunk, passed out on the couch like normal when I got back home. I swear to God, she was slowly leaving an imprint in that shitty piece of furniture. Thomas, my older brother wasn't home. He left days at a time without telling me or Mom. Everything was the same. The television was blaring and I could only hurry up to my room to drown out the noise.

"YOU THINK I'M HAPPY,

BUT HONESTLY DEAR…" Chelsea Smile was probably my favorite song by them.

I was getting shaky, downing another shot of whiskey. The third one in an hour. Why was wasting my life? I dragged myself out of bed. I needed to see Tanner. I needed to talk to him. Mom was still passed out when I left, so she wouldn't notice that I was gone. Hopefully, I wouldn't get pulled over for drunk walking even though I wasn't drunk.

Tanner only lived a block away and he answered right away when I knocked on the door.

"Melanie, what are you doing?" he questioned, leaning against the door frame.

"I needed to talk to you." I replied as I searched myself for cigarettes.

"Why didn't you call?"

"I can't talk and hang out with my best dude friend at the same time?"

He chuckled and let me in. I hurried up to his room, beating him. He was a sore loser. I plopped down on his bed. Too many emotions ran through my head. Depression, anger, hyper, sober. I curled up in a ball, trying not to cry. Maybe that was all I needed to do. Cry. I felt the bed next to me sink.

"Mel," Tanner sighed.

"Tyler broke up with me today to be with Holly Hollister." I muttered, hugging my knees.

He hugged me the best he could since I was laying down. My heart was caught in my throat. I was sobbing. My chest hurt. My face was cold. I was breaking down and I couldn't stop. Tanner was the only one for me. The only one who cared. We didn't talk that much, but when I was done crying, we just enjoyed each other's company.