So, this is my first story here. I'm cutting my chapters into pieces, since I have no idea how to do it any other way. I highly recommend reading this on mibba, though, the title is the same if you want to check it out.

Enjoy!

Chapter one

Part 1.2

I was never really one for sleeping in.
Time was only a little past seven as I opened up my eyes and looked around the room – my room, thank God, I was afraid I had gone home with someone like last weekend.
That thought sent a feeling of unease through my body as I slowly, very slowly, let my eyes turn to the other side of the bed - no one there. I sighed, feeling proud of myself for not having brought home another guy in my drunken stupor last night. In the moment, I always feel powerful, passionate, horny, sexy; but the morning after, all my adrenaline was gone and I felt like a fucking slut.
And I felt lonely, too. But I was used to that feeling since I had no family (not that I knew of) except from my failure of a mother, an aunt somewhere in Europe and my father who left us years ago. So I guess he didn't really count. I had no real friends either, I mean I knew people, they knew a bit about me and that was it.

But today, even without a drunken one night stand I knew I would feel lonely. My mom had disappeared again two days ago and normally it would take some time before she got back - even if she was a drunken mess, an idiot to the point of moronic and a bitch from the fiery depths of hell, she was in reality and all sadness the only thing I had left. I would probably be found by the authorities and be put into a foster home or an orphanage if she didn't come back or died.
And trust me, even though this will seem like hell, it's a whole lot better than orphanages.
So I took care of her.. like she never took care of me.

I suddenly realized I had been staring at the wall for so long that my eyes were beginning to tear up. I blinked the tears away as I tried to sit up, but it felt as if my heartbeat was in my head and the room was spinning too fast, so I laid down again, reaching for the pill bottle by the bed - an aspirin would do some good right now.
As the medication was taking it's effect I admired the colors of the room - the sun was rising, and it sent pretty orange and pink lights into my room, lightening the whole atmosphere in here. Small particles of dust flew lightly around the room, only showing in the pretty light. My eyes scanned the rest of the room, momentarily stopping on my mirror on my closet.

I grimaced to myself as I saw my reflection - no wonder I didn't bring anyone home last night.