Pyro_Storm
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Exciding the speed limit(a story)
So heres a new story, your classic crash and burn effect.
::Chapter 1::
“IF YOU FEEL LIKE DYING YOU MIGHT WANNA SING” she screamed those words like her last.
The bass was cranked, shaking the walls violently which in a chain was slowly breaking down the ceiling and lay in little pieces on the floor. Yep. That was home for Helena.
*Helena’s point of view*
Music was or rather is my only savior, well at least the only good one. It was an escape from the reality that was cruel. Reality that was sucky no make that ******. Dad had left after he found my mother cheating on him with some client of hers. I think he moved to Tulsa, Arizona. I don’t know I lost contact with him a month after he moved. Mom decided in a second that she didn’t want the ‘trouble’ that came so lovingly attached to me. I wasn’t that much trouble, well that’s at least what I thought.
Though mother wasn’t a good picture perfect mother she did give me money. So here I am 20 years old and living with my friends or rather the druggies of the town. A high school drop out with nothing more then a 10th grade education. So where would that get me in life? Well not far at all. I have no claim to fame or any wealthy family that has been a secret, my life is anything but a fairy tale. All I got is some druggie friends and music.
Well I might as well give you the background info on my life. Born August 15,1985. Born to Mark and Kelly Carters. Life was all picture-esk for the first few years of life, you know the fist walk , the first word , the first lost tooth. It was all fun, the pride and joy of being the first born, then enter Chase, one year younger. I was instantly replaced by him.
My parents cooed over him and all his meager achievements. Though as we got older he acted more like a older brother then a younger one. As for where he is now, well kinda funny really, this is his house. He’s not a druggie he just saw how I lived before I had a place to live and after I was kicked out of moms house. Yea Chase nick named ‘pretty boy’ at school, his blonde hair barley above his eyes , bright ,crystal blue eyes. They could easily capture anyone who looked too long. Me yea then there’s me. A duller blue color of eyes, and dyed black but a natural brown. Shaggy cut to my chin. Layered past my eyes so none of that in your eyes every 2 seconds type of thing.
So as the words to The Used echo in the background, as I sit here very close to tears. it’s a tough gig trying to be strong every minute of you sad meaningless life. With that said, its time for me to join the others.
*end of Helena’s point of view*
Helena went down a flight of rotted wood steps. She went into a dank, dark room where smoke left a fog all round. She took a seat in front of the table. Choosing a syringe and a tourniquet she pounced over to a far corner far away from everyone else. Tightly knotting the tourniquet around the middle of her upper arm she found a bold vein, jamming the needle into her vein. She counted to ten till the heroin kicked in. She felt her eyes roll back in her head, start to shake violently then hit the place of no wrong , no mistakes. Just a carefree place.
She woke up to a slight shake.
“Helena get up the cops are looking for you again, you got to leave.” the voice stressed and overwhelmed.
“Chase I cant leave, I have no where to go.” she was desperate ,he knew that.
“Helena I know, trust me I know more then anyone but you cant stay here, it would only hurt you more. Here.” he held out his hand ,reveling a train ticket to Los Angeles.
Helena sat up, looked at Chase in his blue eyes, she felt the tears well up but she wouldn’t let them fall. She stood up with the help of her brother.
“There’s only so much that words can express how grateful I am for you Chase.” she leaned into his chest, he wrapped his arms around her, like a security blanket for a small child. She left him there to go pack the few things she had. In a backpack she packed the cd’s she had: The Used, The Used: In love and death and My Chemical Romance: Three cheers for sweet revenge. She moved to the little dresser, she took the 4 worn shirts and place them into the biggest pocket, the 3 pairs of faded jeans were next, the underwear and bras were shoved to the bottom. That’s all she had, nothing to her name. She walked out the door, before she left Chase had given her a cell phone to call him when she got to L.A..
So heres a new story, your classic crash and burn effect.
::Chapter 1::
“IF YOU FEEL LIKE DYING YOU MIGHT WANNA SING” she screamed those words like her last.
The bass was cranked, shaking the walls violently which in a chain was slowly breaking down the ceiling and lay in little pieces on the floor. Yep. That was home for Helena.
*Helena’s point of view*
Music was or rather is my only savior, well at least the only good one. It was an escape from the reality that was cruel. Reality that was sucky no make that ******. Dad had left after he found my mother cheating on him with some client of hers. I think he moved to Tulsa, Arizona. I don’t know I lost contact with him a month after he moved. Mom decided in a second that she didn’t want the ‘trouble’ that came so lovingly attached to me. I wasn’t that much trouble, well that’s at least what I thought.
Though mother wasn’t a good picture perfect mother she did give me money. So here I am 20 years old and living with my friends or rather the druggies of the town. A high school drop out with nothing more then a 10th grade education. So where would that get me in life? Well not far at all. I have no claim to fame or any wealthy family that has been a secret, my life is anything but a fairy tale. All I got is some druggie friends and music.
Well I might as well give you the background info on my life. Born August 15,1985. Born to Mark and Kelly Carters. Life was all picture-esk for the first few years of life, you know the fist walk , the first word , the first lost tooth. It was all fun, the pride and joy of being the first born, then enter Chase, one year younger. I was instantly replaced by him.
My parents cooed over him and all his meager achievements. Though as we got older he acted more like a older brother then a younger one. As for where he is now, well kinda funny really, this is his house. He’s not a druggie he just saw how I lived before I had a place to live and after I was kicked out of moms house. Yea Chase nick named ‘pretty boy’ at school, his blonde hair barley above his eyes , bright ,crystal blue eyes. They could easily capture anyone who looked too long. Me yea then there’s me. A duller blue color of eyes, and dyed black but a natural brown. Shaggy cut to my chin. Layered past my eyes so none of that in your eyes every 2 seconds type of thing.
So as the words to The Used echo in the background, as I sit here very close to tears. it’s a tough gig trying to be strong every minute of you sad meaningless life. With that said, its time for me to join the others.
*end of Helena’s point of view*
Helena went down a flight of rotted wood steps. She went into a dank, dark room where smoke left a fog all round. She took a seat in front of the table. Choosing a syringe and a tourniquet she pounced over to a far corner far away from everyone else. Tightly knotting the tourniquet around the middle of her upper arm she found a bold vein, jamming the needle into her vein. She counted to ten till the heroin kicked in. She felt her eyes roll back in her head, start to shake violently then hit the place of no wrong , no mistakes. Just a carefree place.
She woke up to a slight shake.
“Helena get up the cops are looking for you again, you got to leave.” the voice stressed and overwhelmed.
“Chase I cant leave, I have no where to go.” she was desperate ,he knew that.
“Helena I know, trust me I know more then anyone but you cant stay here, it would only hurt you more. Here.” he held out his hand ,reveling a train ticket to Los Angeles.
Helena sat up, looked at Chase in his blue eyes, she felt the tears well up but she wouldn’t let them fall. She stood up with the help of her brother.
“There’s only so much that words can express how grateful I am for you Chase.” she leaned into his chest, he wrapped his arms around her, like a security blanket for a small child. She left him there to go pack the few things she had. In a backpack she packed the cd’s she had: The Used, The Used: In love and death and My Chemical Romance: Three cheers for sweet revenge. She moved to the little dresser, she took the 4 worn shirts and place them into the biggest pocket, the 3 pairs of faded jeans were next, the underwear and bras were shoved to the bottom. That’s all she had, nothing to her name. She walked out the door, before she left Chase had given her a cell phone to call him when she got to L.A..
