Confessions of a Teenage Zombie [Chapter One]

I was sleeping, spiraling down into the void of unconsciousness that are called dreams. I was dreaming, dreaming of Scott, my boyfriend. I was dreaming that we were driving in his car, he was taking us to Disneyland, the happiest place on earth. It was a nice dream, the two of us in his car, him smiling at me from the driver's seat, the warm sun making me sweat.
Wait, sweat?
People don't sweat in their dreams. Like ever.
That's when I knew I was dreaming and shot out of bed. I looked at my clock lying on my vanity, 7:19am.
"Oh, no!" I screamed. "I'm going to be late for school!"
I jumped out of bed, heading to my closet to get dressed, I didn't have time to shower today. But as my feet touched the carpet I heard a yelping sound. Then I lost my balance and fell face first into the wall inside of my closet. Pain was pulsing through my forehead and it swirled around my right eye. I heard Ben, my Golden Retriever run out of my room. Aw, poor puppy, I stepped on his tail. But this was no time for sympathy, I had to hurry or I was going to be late for school.
I threw on an all white sun dress, Scott's favorite, he likes it because it has easy access, he says. He's such a horn dog, my horn dog. Anyway, I grab my purse and my folder and run down the stairs, but I trip on the last couple of steps and fall on my ass. I think I hit my tail bone because a sharp, bright pain went flying up my back making me useless for about a minute.
I limped to the door and locked it, then I closed it behind me and turned to my car. Well, its my dad's car, but he lets me use it when he uses his work truck. Don't worry, everyone, I have my permit, its legal. I just can't drive anyone else, is all. Anyway, I look to the door and drop my folder.
The fornt end is completely smashed in, my neighbors must have back into it with their Nissan Armada. No, I'm really going to be late for school now. This is not good. I run down the street to the bus stop, there are a few kids from my school there. Good, I won't be the only one late today.
I stand by the bench leaning against the structure of the bus stop to catch my breath. My senses are flying at a million miles a second, I can't keep still. I look back and forth on the street, for the bus, for what feels like forever. But finally [I'm sure its already noon by now] the bus comes and me and the two boys waiting step on. I put my one fifty in the little machine next to the bus driver and start to walk down the aisle, looking for a place to sit. When the bus starts moving again I lose my balance and fall, I hit the side of my face on one of those metal poles that sticks out of the ground. I can hear people laughing at me, and its mean. WHat did I do to deserve a day like this? An old man offers me his seat, and after I refuse a few times he finally just stands up and walks to the other end of the bus, giving me no choice but to sit. Or I could be a bitch and ignore his offer.
I sit down. I let out a long sigh and try to calm myself down, I don't want to start crying on a public bus. But then I feel it, that feeling that every girl just knows, that wet feeling between your legs. Then I remember what day it is, the 23rd. Fuck, my life! I didn't bring any pads either! Oh, no this is not good. I want the bus to stop and let me off at the school alreay so I can run to the nurse's office and get a pad. This is really becoming the worst day of my life.
The bus lunges to a stop, and I stand up. I hear some people whisper loudly behind me as I walk off the bus. I'm leaking onto my dress.
I run onto campus, but I'm stopped by security.
"Whoa, you need to get a tardy slip, young lady." He says.
"Can't I just get one from the nurse?" I ask.
"No, go wait in line by the library, like everyrone else." He told me. I wanted to punch him square in his fat old man nose. So I walked to the end of the line and waited and it slowly shrank, like a snail in salt. By the time I reached the front of the line first period was halfway over. I thanked the old women behind the counter and ran to the Nurse's Office.
But like all things today, my luck wouldn't let me.
"Nurse out sick." Was what the sign read on the door. The nurse was out sick?! What the hell? Is that some kind of twisted joke? Who's going to help all the stupid kids getting sick with that disease? That outbreak of the flu that started spreading a few weeks ago. I walked around the office and asked all of the old women if they had any pads they could spare. But they all said no, unless of course I wanted a tampon. This wasn't the time to be picky, so I took one from the old lady who answers the phones. Ew, why is she wearing tampons? That's so gross, she probably still wears thongs. Yuck.
So I finally make it to Math class and when I open the door the lights are out. They're watching a video and I completely just interupted it. My teacher, Mr. Dershwagner, crawls from his desk and asks to speak with me outside. We walk outside.
"Ms. Right." He says to me. "This is the fourth time you've been late this semester."
"Yeah, I know but-"
"Let me finish." He says, putting a hand up. "I don't think you're acting to the fullest of your potential."
"Okay, but-"
"Let me finish!" He said firmly this time. I shut up. "If I don't see improvement from you in the next two months, I'm not going to pass you."
"What? But why?" I ask.
"Jessica!" He says. "That's the third time you've interupted me, and now you have detention." Then he walked back in the classroom.
"Fucking asshole!" I screamed and walked to my second period. The bell wasn't going to ring for another fifteen minutes but who cares? The rest of the school day wasn't as bad as the beginning was, except that Scoot wasn't there. Which was weird because I didn't see his car parked outside of his house [we're neighbors, isn't that so cool?]. It wasn't until I got back on the bus for home that my luck turned to shit again. Some old guy freaked out and bite me on my right shoulder when sat down where he wanted to sit. Asshole, he made me bleed a lot. People were freaking out and kicked him off of the bus. The weird thing about the whole bite was, the bite itself didn't really hurt, it was the after effect. It burnt, it felt like it was infected. I decided to tell my dad about it when I got home.
When I got home the car was gone. I walked inside and heard my dad and his girfriend screaming in the kitchen.
"She's fucking irrisponsible and stupid. You need to send her to live with your parents. You don't have enough money to fix the car, its her responsibilty, she should pay for it!" I heard that whore Cindy say.
"She's only sixteen years old, she doesn't even have a job, how is she supposed to pay for it?" I heard my dad say.
"Well, make her get a job! Make her pay you back! You let those girls walk all over you, Glen, all over you!" I decided it would be better if I just went to my room call Scott, he would cheer me up.
I sat on my bed and called him [this was one of those times texting just doesn't work] but it went stright to voice mail. This concerned me, so I tried a few more times, leaving him messages, asking him to pleasse call me back when he got them. Then I walked to my window and looked outside, maybe I could see him? I looked down and saw his car, so he must be home? I tried calling again but that's when I noticed his car was shaking. I dropped my phone. He was cheating on me? No, no it couldn't be true. I looked harder, squinting to see further. That's when I saw blonde hair bouncing in the backseat. That bastard! He was cheating on me.
I waited until they were done [which was only a few minutes, he never really did last that long] to see who the slut was who he had in the car with him. When she walked out I knew exatcly who it was in an instant. Standing outside of his car, waiting for him to step out, was my best friend, Jamie, with sex hair as big as an 80's rocker's.
"Fucking cunt!" I screamed and threw my phone against the wall. It shattered into a thousand incandescent pieces.
This was the worst day of my life. I had had enough. I didn't want to take anymore of it. So what I did was I went into the bathroom and put on a new pad, then I put on my favorite black dress. A cute little Lolita style dress my older sister got me when she visited France, it had a white lace trim and a cute matching bonnet. It was adorable. Then I walked into my dad's room, he was still downstairs arguing with Cindy in the kitchen, and grabed the bottle of sleeping pills he got at the CVC down the street. I walked back into my room, turned on my stereo, put on 'Beautiful' By Christina Aguilera, and tied my bed sheet around the bar in my closet. The bar that the hangers hang from. Then I tied a noose and slipped my head through [google can teach you anything], then I poured a handful of pills into my mouth, crunching them into a foamy powder in my mouth. Then I waited.
Sleep didn't come as fast as I had thought it was going to come, maybe it was the burning that still radiated from my shoulder? Maybe it was all the things weighing down my mind? But whatever the reason, the drugs prevailed and soon I fell asleep, for the last time ever.
That was the night I died.

-Sir Jestro