Chapter 1:
Bella POV
There was nothing like that feeling where you're so inebriated that the entire world slows, blurs and all the sounds mesh into a dull hum; the feeling you love but you hate all the same. There was nothing like being drunk, besides maybe being high, of which I may of experimented with last year, not my best decision.
But this is different, and to a teenager this is the only good thing life seems to give them, a party.
Alcohol, a couple good friends and some great music.
"Bella!" In the dull hum of sound I thought I heard the coherent sound of my name being called.
"Bella!" There is was again. I was sitting on the back patio of someone's house, it's was my best friends, cousins, best friends, brothers house or something stupid like that, I had developed that stupid habit of the need to constantly fill my lungs with harmful chemicals. Smoking was never something I was proud of starting or something that I intended to do. It was a peer pressure thing that started it all, and then I started to rely on it a little too much.
Teenagers do stupid shit, that's all we seem to know at this wonderful age of 17. Sure I shouldn't be smoking and I defiantly shouldn't be drinking because that won't be legal for me to do for another 4 years, but doesn't everyone?
"Bella! There you are!" Right, my best friend, Alice. Obviously her searching for me and calling my name moments ago.
"Hey, are you all right Bella?" Said the swaying blur in front of me. I may have had a few too many to drink, I was having you usual teenage drama's, overwhelmed by school and that dickhead ex-boyfriend of mine, Mike, I walked in on fucking his 'tutor', fucking lying asshole.
Like most teenagers, I chose to drink my troubles away, which never seemed to help, drinking always seemed to result in you saying or doing something stupid that's worse than the teenage drama that made you decide to drink your troubles away in the first place.
"You really have to tell me where you're going! And you have to give that shit up!" Alice yelled at me ripping the cigarette from my finger and stomping on it. It took me a few seconds to react, I simply pouted and made a 'hmph' sound, the mature thing to do, like a 4 year old when you take an ice cream off them because they're being naughty.
"I've been talking to this guy for the last half hour and he's fucking hot!" Alice said. Teenagers.
"Hello? ... Can you hear me?" She asked franticly waving her hand in front of my face.
"Yes" I replied. Well that's what I had intended to reply but it ended up coming out more as just a breathy exhale with a hint of 'Y' in there.
"You're fucked! How much have you had to drink?" Alice asked, taking the bottle of Smirnoff double black out of my hand. Bitch please! I have my dramas and I want my drink back!
"Oi!" I grunted at her, flailing my arms about trying to take my drink back off her.
Just then two big blurs came crashing though to window next to us, I had to assume they were people, most liking of the male variety.
As they fell though, I was to close and they ended up knocking me over and I watched as the world slowly fell over in front of me and I heard Alice gasp, that was the last thing I heard before I felt the impact of my head on the wooden floorboards beneath me,
Everything went black.