The sound of the bus coming to a halt jolted me out of my little daydream, which was of a world where I wasn't a complete loser. I sat up and blinked a few times before I looked at where we were, my face falling into a frown when I seen the all too familiar street. Standing up from my seat at the very back on the bus, I picked up my backpack and slowly made my way down the empty walkway.

"Thanks, George." I said as I walked down the steps of the bus. I turned around and waved at George who was just closing the doors to the bus. He smiled fondly down at me, then drove off, leaving a trail of smoke in his wake

Sighing deeply, I walked across the street and headed for the small house with the dead grass and chipped paint. I jogged up the stairs and opened the door, my body instantly freezing in the doorway when the first thing I heard was a loud, high pitched scream coming from the direction of my moms room. I quickly threw my backpack onto the ground and ran through the front room, having to dodge all the clutter, and burst into my mums room.

She was sitting on the floor next to her dresser, a empty prescription bottle laying in front of her as she cried loudly into the palms of her hands. I quietly walked across the room and knelt down next to her, my heart constricting when she lifted up her head and gave me the perfect view of her bloodshot eyes that had tears pouring out of them.

"What's wrong, mum?" I asked her softly, brushing a few stray tears off of her cheek before I bent down and picked up the yellow bottle. I read the label and frowned deeply, seeing they were my moms pain meds that she had just filled not even three days ago.

"Where's all the pills?" I asked her quietly as I shook the obviously empty bottle. My mums bottom lip wobbled as she glanced at the bottle I was holding in my hand, a new wave of tears starting to pour out of her eyes and land on her white nightgown.

"I-I sold some of them, Boo Bear. I needed to get some money for groceries and your sisters clothes." Her voice was so broken and quiet, but I no longer felt sympathy for her. With slow movements, I let the bottle drop from my hand, then I stood up and walked out of the room, not even giving my mom a second glance.

I walked back to the front door and grabbed my bag before I made my way up the creaky stairs. Once I reached the top of the stairs, I heard a song blaring from the first room, meaning Lottie was home and in her room. Instead of stopping, I continued walking and finally stopped at the last door in the hallway.

I eyed the cracked, brown door for a second before I pushed it open and walked in. I glanced around my room for a second, then threw my backpack on my bed. My room was the smallest in the house, but it was also the cleanest. I had a twin sized bed placed right next to the door, then in the corner of the room, by the closet door, I had a small brown dresser that had a few pictures and things I have collected throughout the years on it. Other than those, the long mirror in front of my window, and the Three days grace poster that was hanging on my wall, my room was bare.

Closing my door and locking it, I plopped down on my bed and pulled out my iphone that my nan had gotten for me last Christmas. I unlocked the screen and went to my music, putting on a random song I don't remember buying before I sat up and grabbed my backpack. Just as I was about to open it, someone began to bang loudly on my door.

Groaning loudly, I leaned over and unlocked it. Before I could even move my hand out of the way, my door was being thrown open and my mum came storming into my room. Right as I glanced up at her, a yellow pill bottle was being thrown at me. Before I could catch it, it hit my right in the forehead and bounced off, landing on my mattress.

"What was.." Before I could finish speaking my mum told me to shut up. I watched as she began to pace the room, her bony fingers threading through her long brown hair. She tugged at her hair for a second, then she suddenly turned her head to the side and pinned my eyes with her wild brown eyes.

"Why did you steal my pills, Louis?" She asked, her eyes going into slits as she stared at me. I tilted my head to the side and stared up at her, trying to figure out what the hell she was talking about.

"What are you talking about? I didn't take your pills." I leaned down and picked up the bottle, my frown deepening when I seen it was a completely different bottle than the one that we had downstairs. I read the name, my eyes widening when I seen it wasn't my moms name.

"Don't fucking lie to me Louis! I know it was you! You stole them from me because you hate me! You want your mother to be in pain!" Her voice grew louder and louder with each word she spoke, and her words were slightly slurred.

She soon began to pace the room again, but this time she was even more frantic. I watched her for a second, my teeth clenching together when I seen how she was tilted to the side as she walked. She was drunk off of her ass, and I scold myself for not realizing this sooner.

"The pills are down in your room, mum." I lied fluently, smiling reassuringly at her when she stopped pacing at looked at me. I nodded my head a little, wanting to get her out of my room, and her watched as her thin lips stretched into a smile, revealing her crooked, yellowish teeth. She slowly walked forward to me, her arms open like she was going to give me a hug like she did every other time she yelled at me.

But just as she reached me, her face fell into a glare and she lifted her hand up and brought it down. I let out a loud cry of pain when my cheek began to sting painfully. Tears instantly began to cloud my vision, making my mum a blurred blob that was standing in front of me with a shocked look on her face.

Without another word, she turned around and walked out of the room, mumbling something under her breath as she walked away. I cried silently, my left hand caressing my cheek as I tried to soothe it. I sniffled quietly and stood up, deciding to go to Lottie's room. I grabbed my phone off of my bed and turned off the music before I walked through my open door and down the hallway, stopping when I reached Lottie's door.

Without knocking, because there was really no use considering how loud her music was blaring, I pushed her door open and the smell of marijuana instantly wafted out of her room, the smoke swirling around me before it disappeared down the hallway. I coughed loudly and walked into the room, spotting Lottie perched on her bed with a glass pipe in one hand, a lighter in the other and an open bag of marijuana in her lap.

"Jesus, Fizzy." I groaned and coughed, already feeling my body starting to feel light just from inhaling all the smoke that was in the room. I closed the door softly and turned off the music, then I walked across the room and took a seat at the bottom of her bed.

Grinning widely, Lottie lifted the pipe up to her lips and flicked the lighter, the green marijuana burning bright as she inhaled deeply and lit it. She had lasted not even five seconds before she turned into a coughing, spluttering mess. Her blue eyes were bloodshot and her pupil was huge, signaling that she was already baked off of her ass.

"Want some?" She asked when she finally stopped coughing. She lifted up both of her hands and offered me the pipe and lighter, which I hesitated to take but finally did. Cautiously, I lifted the pipe up to my lips and held my finger over the hole, which Lottie had told me the name for numerous times but I can never remember it.

Closing my eyes tightly, I flicked the lighter and lit it, holding the burning flame over the weed and inhaling deeply. My lungs were instantly clouded with the smoke from the marijuana and my throat began to burn. I held the smoke in for as long as I could but only seconds had passed before I started to cough loudly. I took a few more hits, after I had calmed down, and the memories from my mom hitting me earlier began to fade away, as well as the pain in my cheek.

The moment when I felt like I was riding a spaceship, I had decided that I had smoked enough and I gave it back to Lottie, who greedily took it. I watched through hooded eyes as she emptied the pipe, then refilled it with new weed. Laughing at nothing in particular, I laid down on her mattress and watched the white ceiling.

"I met a new, hot boy today." I suddenly said, the need to talk about him growing stronger with each memory of him that flashed through my mind. Every time a picture of him smiling flashed through my mind I felt the same tug in my stomach that I felt when he was actually standing in front of me and smiling.

I heard Lottie take another hit off of the pipe before there was a quiet clank as she set it down on her stand. The next thing I knew, the spot on the bed next to me was dipping down and a body was being pressed against my side. "How cute?" She asked, laying her arm on top of mine as she laid almost parallel to me.

"Supermodel cute." I whispered, giggling loudly as I thought about what he would look like walking down a runway in fancy clothes, his long legs being perfectly shown off in cute short shorts. Shaking the disturbing, but sexually appealing, image out of my head, I rolled onto my side and made it so my nose brushed against Lottie's cheek.

"He was nice too." This time my voice was quiet. I was afraid that if I spoke too loudly that my mom would hear us even though she was downstairs in her room. I stared at the side of Lottie's face, her long eyelashes fanning across her cheek each time she blinked.

The room was silent for a few minutes until Lottie let out a deep breath, her chest deflating noticeably which made me giggle for some odd reason. "Put some ice on your cheek later. It'll help with the pain." Fizzy mumbled quietly, which made my giggling cease because of the sudden change of topic.

I closed my eyes, not answering her for a second, and focused on how light and fuzzy my body felt right now. I didn't want my good mood ruined because of something as simple as my mom slapping my cheek, but I know it was something we needed to talk about. Me and Lottie always talked to each other. We have been each other's rocks since before I could remember.

She has been there for me everytime something goes wrong, including the times my mom gets to how she is tonight and decides to lash out on us, and i've been there for her. It wasn't uncommon for our mom to hit us or for something to go wrong in our life, but we have grown used to it. We had to. Without Spence living here anymore, we have been the ones that had to hold not only ourselves together, but our mom and everything else too.

"It doesn't hurt too bad. She was drunk and most likely high on her pills, so she didn't put too much force behind the slap." I said after a few more seconds of silence. I cautiously lifted a hand up to my cheek and gently brushed my fingers over it, cringing softly. "It'll still leave a bruise." I added, squeezing my eyes shut tightly when I felt my brain start to work again, which I didn't want.

That's the only reason I got high, was to shut my brain up so I could get a few hours of silence. If it wasn't for my brain constantly overworking, I wouldn't even think about touching any types of drugs or alcohol. But I know I need to stop smoking and drinking as much. I've come to rely on the feeling it gives me. The peacefulness I get from them is great, but I don't want to turn into my mother. I don't want to rely on something to keep me happy. I want to rely on myself, and nobody else.

Breathing out a deep breath, I roll back onto my back and push myself up into a sitting position. I tilt to the side a little but somehow I manage to stand up and walk to the door, even though the world feels like it is spinning. It was somewhat uncomfortable, to be honest, but I knew if I waited for a few minutes to an hour, the level I was on would soon lower.

"I'm going to lay down." I muttered and opened the door, taking a deep breath of stale, non-smoky air. I closed the door softly behind me and drug myself to my room, not having enough strength to even pick up my feet.

I walked into my bedroom and closed the door behind me. With a tired sigh, I push my backpack off of my bed and plug my phone into the charger before I lay down on my bed. I didn't have much time to think because the moment my head made contact with the pillow, I was out. My body had been so relaxed from the weed that it made my already tired body even tireder.

That night, well day, my dreams had been full of green eyes, pale skin, curly brown hair, and plump pink lips.