Broken Chains, chapter 1

She stared out her window. Watching the rain fall from the sky as she sang some random lyrics to "Good Riddance" Was this worth it, no one would care if she lived? Her mind clouded with the darkest memories of her past life. She put down the blade and decided it was not the right moment. Bring back the good memories to her mind. She had friends, family who loved her, but her mind was always locked up in chains. With terrible memories that flooded her mind. No matter how much she tried to break free of these illusions that kept taking over her. Happy thoughts. Yes, that was the only way to break of these chains.

"Remember you have a family that loves you and many friends!" she said as she combed her hair in the bathroom sink.

She has long straight hair, her face wasn't perfect. She was a thin, but exaggerated, she don't want to look like those stupid models that starve themselves. When she placed the comb on the cabinet and looked up, she stared into a pair of chocolate brown eyes. She picked up a Ramones shirt; regular blue faded jeans, applied some eye shadow, and put on her favorite pair of messy chucks. She just stared in the mirror, but something broke her concentration.

"Honey, come down and eat your breakfast!" her mother's voice broke her concentration.

"Coming," she said as she opened the door and walking down the stairs. "If only they knew" she thought to herself.

In school

"Miss. Borda!" screamed the teacher as she hit her desk with her hand.

"Yeah" she looked up from the paper she was scribbling on.

"Come up here and write the answer!" she demanded handing her the stick of chalk.

As Cynthia made her way to the front someone shouted out of nowhere.

"Green Day sucks!" Michael shouted.

"Michael shut the hell up, and let her write the freaking problem!" screamed Mrs. Baltazar.

As soon as Cynthia put the problem up, "Correct!" exclaimed Mrs. B.

"Cough, GEEK, cough" came from the snobbiest girl in the class.

The bell rang, means lunch.

"Hey, Cynthia!" yelled a familiar voice.

Cynthia turned around and saw her best friend, Emily. Both of them walked to the lunch room talking about the usual. They got their lunch and sat where they always do. Their conversation was interrupted by a male voice.

"Hey Emily," he looked at Emily who looked up, then he swallowed hard "Hey Cynthia" he said as his cheeks colored slightly pink.

Cynthia who didn't notice him, looked up and said "Hey Mark"

"Uh, girls I won some tickets to the Green Day concert, and I was wondering if" he was blocked off by Emily.

"Want us to go with you" Emily said winking at Cynthia. Cynthia smirked.

Mark sat on the table and got his backpack in front of him, and took out the tickets. He handed them to both the girls. Both of their eyes lit up.

"Mark, you never told me they were backstage!" Cynthia exclaimed looking up from the picture she was drawing. Cynthia hit him on the arm.

"So is that a yes?" he asked, looking straight at Cynthia.

Both girls looked at each other and nodded. Even before either one of them could say something. Mark shouted out with glee.

"I'll be picking you up like at 7:00pm tomorrow!" he said checking the tickets.

Then his eyes took him to Cynthia's notebook, "What are you drawing?" he asked.

"Well, just drawing Green Day, and in gothic type of letters 'punks not dead'" Cynthia said drawing the t.

But then all of a sudden a major wind came. Everyone screaming getting a hold of their stuff so it won't be blown away. Cynthia closed her eyes; everything was black, then nothing.

"Cynthia!!!!!!" Mark yelled.