Daisy

Not a true story, so don't get it mixed up with reality.

"What do your parents think about you coming to this party with me, Daisy?" Ethan Braun, the coolest guy in school, asked me. I shrug. "How am I supposed to know? They don't talk to me ever, so I don't even think they know I'm here." I was really happy that Ethan picked me for this particular party, this was the years most coolest party and only the coolist people came.

It was a killer party, I got to know so many people and I now have friends. Of course, fitting in comes with a price.

We all sat around smoking weed, getting wasted and not giving a s**t. To me the world was one big, evil blur that only wanted to hurt me. My parents didn't care about me, they never have. Ethan is probably using me, but I'm going to milk it for all it's worth.

Getting high and wasted isn't what I thought I 'd be doing with my life. I moved to here with no friends, and have been rather alone for almost 3 months with no friends. I've resorted to cutting myself when I feel too alone. I never used to cut myself, never used to even consider it. I had helped two of my old friends with stopping cutting themselves and now if I get too lonely I pull out a razor blade and add one new cut.

I play the piano when I get home, I've played for 12 years. My music is my only escape from this hell that I'm putting myself through just to fit in. I sit at my piano and go through my scales and other exercises.

"Daisy, I'm home!" My mom made her little announcement and then grabbed some tequila and went upstairs. "Nice to see you too." I whisper softly into empty air. This was kinda a routine by now, the timing always the same and my response into the empty air always the same. It was almost like we were rehearsing for a retarded play.

I continue playing my piano until night, then I head upstairs.

I don't usually crash until 3am, but something about tonight made me want to. I knew I couldn't, I knew Ethan was waiting like a mile or so down the road for me. I dug through my closet until I found my favorite skinny jeans and a nice tank top. I pulled on my hoodie and converses and headed down stairs quietly. I always left through the back door, but tonight I decided to leave through the front door.

Big mistake.

I only get a couple of yards before a car slows down at my side, and it isn't Ethan. The window rolls half way down, I can't see any faces, and a male voice reaches me from inside. "Need a ride?" The only thing I could think of was how tired I was, so I said, "Sure, thanks."

That was the last night I was alive.... 

Reviews

[WriterMe]

The ending seems very vague. Your storyline shift from one aspect to another. You might want to start in on a new paragraph so as to not confuse the reader. But otherwise it was great and well thought of =]