Helga woke up to blinding light. She sat up, head pounding. "Ugh I hate hangovers." Helga said swinging her legs over the side of her bed, kicking many bottles that used to contian alcohol. She grabbed her pack of cigarettes of her night stand and popped one into her mouth and lit it. She sat there for a minute, just blowing smoke. She decided it was time for her to go to school. First day of her last year in high school.
Helga's summer had made a rough impact on her life. Her parents got divorced, Miriam stayed, Bob's in a hotel somewhere, with Miriam being home Helga had no discipline because Miriam was so stressed that she couldn't try to do anything she'd just get more stressed, then mad, so she's take it out on Helga. Helga eventually fell into the wrong crowds, not getting into trouble for it, she fell deeper in this hole she was digging. When Miriam would get mad Helga would get depressed. She cut, drank, stole, and did drugs.
All of this happened in just as little as 3 months. Helga didn't want help. She didn't care anymore. Her motto is 'What's the point of trying? We all die in the end and we eventually fade away. Why try to be happy when life is just depressing torture?' and that's what keeps her in her hole that's miles deep.
Helga put on her old jeans, torn at the knees and dirty. (Laundry doesn't get done around here that often.) Old white tee and a black hoodie. She slid on the shoes that she stole a couple of months ago. (I needed new shoes, had no money, what else could I have done?)
She grabbed her bag and headed out the door. She didn't want to take the bus today. (I mugged them. They would've driven me straight to the police station!) she walked all the way there. She kept her head down, hood up. (Best thing to do if you don't want to be noticed right?) She opened her locker and threw her stuff into it. 'Books, pencil, ok now I'm ready to go to class. Yay.' she thought. She was first. (If I were to be last everyone would stare. The first person to class is never noticed or cared about.
She sat in the way back of the class. (Best seat.) She kept her head down as her classmates filled the classroom. (No one noticed me. Goal accomplished.) The teacher came in shortly after. After writing something on the board she turned around and walked to Helga. "Excuse me, could you please remove your head and look up at the board?" the teacher said in a sweet, polite voice. 'Now everyone's going to stare. My eyes are red too from last night.' Helga slowly lifted her hands from her lap and pulled back her hood. Her blonde hair spilled around her shoulders. She sat up straight and opened her eyes only a pinch. The teacher seemed satisfied. She walked up to the front of the class and began talking about something Helga couldn't hear over the pounding head and rather didn't care about anyways.
The bell rang (Only making my migrane worse) and everyone left the class except Pheobe. Helga slowly began to pack her things as Pheobe approached her. "Helga! I haven't seen you all summer! How have you been?" Helga sighed, rolling up her sleeves, revealing her cut and muttered "Fine." when Helga finished she began to exit the class. "Helga... what are those on your wrists?" Pheobe said is a worried voice."Nothing Pheebes, I'm fine... it's just from... my cat." Pheobe gave Helga her 'I know you're lying look' "Helga you don't have a cat." Helga glared at Pheobe, she was starting to get on her nerves. "And why are your eyes red?" Pheobe grabbed Helga's shoulders and turned her closer. "Helga... have you been smoking weed? And drinking?!" Helga made an irritated grunt. "It's my body, I can do what I want with it!" Helga said slamming her locker shut. "So with that you decide to abuse it?" Pheobe said grabbing Helga's hand pulling her back as she was walking away.
"Well we better get to class, I don't want to 'abuse' my brain by not educating it anymore than I have now do I?" Helga stomped off in the direction of her next class, leaving Pheobe standing there, not knowing what to do. Her friend was gone.
*Hey! So what do you think? First let's get something straight 1. This is my first T rated story so I'm kind of trying to loosen how I write and 2. No I am not obsessed with making Helga have parental/drug/stealing problems ok? This story was inspired my story A little bird with a broken wing. So I hope you like it!*