Harder To Breathe, chapter 1

I walked slowly down this long, lonely road, the rain pouring down on top of me. I had my hands stuffed in my pockets, my hood up, my head was hung low and my battered converse scraped across the floor. My life was a wreck, ever since my dad had passed away it had been a wreck. My mother was a drunk and my sister had moved to California and left me. I felt alone more alone than I had ever felt before.

I pulled my hand out of my pocket and glanced at my watch which read 10:30 pm before shoving my hand back into the pocket of my ripped jeans and made my way back to my house and drunk mother. I turned the corner into a dark alley that lead to the next street, I walked along my head still down not bothering to look where I was going, I walked out into the next street and looked around the rain hitting my face and making my eyeliner run down my cheeks. I put my head back down and made my way across the road to my house; I pushed open the old battered gate and walked towards the door. I walked into the house pushing the door closed behind me as I walked into the hall I looked into the living room and saw my mum passed out on the sofa with an empty bottle of vodka in her hand.

I sighed and began to walk up the stairs when I got to the top, I made my way across the landing to the room at the end, I pushed open the door carefully and peered round it, I smiled to myself as I saw my reason to stay alive peacefully sleeping in his bed I closed the door behind me, turned and headed for my room.

I pushed the door shut after walking in and sat on the edge of my bed and took off my battered converse and kicked them into the corner of the room. I laid back on my bed and stared at the patterns on my ceiling deep in thought; my eyes began to get heavy and started to close slowly as I drifted off into a deep sleep.

Well I guess now would be a good time to introduce myself since I'm sleeping. My name is Alisa Jane Richards and I'm a 17 year old punk. I have long straight brown hair and dark brown eyes. I'm average height but the shortest out of my friends. My father died when I was 12, after his death I went through a state of depression for awhile. My sister also moved to California after his death and I haven't seen her in nearly 2 years. I know live with my mother and younger brother in a small two bedroom house in shitty old England. I am in a band with my two best friends Shanxy and Jemz; Shanxy's Boyfriend Daz is also in our band. Shanxy does lead vocals and plays guitar, Daz plays bass, Jemz plays the keyboard and I play drums.

Together we are known as The Waiting. My Drums are my life, if I didn't have my drums I don't know what I would do. I learnt to play the drums when I was 13, Shanxy said it might help my depression and well, it did, because it was the drums that brought Tre Cool into my life. He is my idol and the best drummer in the world in my eyes. I'm into mainly rock and punk music some of my favorite bands are Green Day, Guns N Roses, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Bullet for My Valentine, Lost Prophets and My Chemical Romance. I also like loads of old stuff like The Who, The Ramones and The Clash. Well that's about it my life consists of Music, My Bro and my Band. Yeah so that's it so on with the story.